Elliot gritted his teeth and gazed coldly at her.

He placed the bowl of oatmeal down and helped her up. Then he arranged two pillows behind her for her to lean against.

He then stuffed the bowl back into her hands.

Avery accepted the oatmeal, but, as she was about to pick the spoon up, her left hand suddenly fell limp and powerless. Her hands shook, tipping the bowl onto the covers.

Everything spilled.

Avery looked at the spilled oatmeal in shock. She pursed her lips.

Elliot's heart brok