Silvia Davis POV
“Mom, I don't want to eat; this food isn't tasty,” Ashvina said. I sighed, having spent the past twenty minutes trying my best to feed her.
But she insists on not eating. She's always been a picky eater, but not like this. I don't know why she's not eating today.
“Good morning.”
I shifted my gaze from Ashvina to Alex, who greeted us. I carried Ashvina in my arms, while he carried me.
He went for a bath, and here I am, still struggling to feed Ashvina, my patience running low.
“Good morning, scary. But why is the food not good here?” Ashvina questioned, with a scowl on her face.
“Is that so? What do you want to eat? I can order it; we have maids, they can cook whatever you like, Miss Jumper,” Alex said, sitting on the chair beside her, giving her his full attention.
