Avery’s P.O.V. (Continued)
Both I and Sylvester moved towards Marcus, and I felt a shiver ran through my spin because of the chilliness in his gaze. “You two met this morning but it seemed that you are well acquainted.” He said further, but I could smell mock in his tone.
Sylvester put his hand over my shoulder. His familiar warm touch made me feel as if I reached home once again. “You felt it too, Mr. King?” he asked in a cheerful tone, and I smiled while moving my face towards him. He was looking at Marcus with a small smile on his lips.
I was not in gossips, but I learned from the staff here that Sylvester always had a cold and stone expression on his face whenever he visited here. After my disappearance, my little brother lost his cheerful nature and his smile. That was heart-wrench
