Celia rushed to Yardley's aid when she noticed he was in pain. "Let me see." Her tone was concerned as she helped him sit down on the couch. Yardley smiled. "Are you worried about me?" Ignoring him, she reached out her right hand and took his pulse. His pulse was steady, and there was nothing wrong with him. Was he pretending to be ill? Celia frowned, glanced at Yardley, and asked coldly, "Where does it hurt?" "Here." Yardley continued to point to his chest with a pained expression. Celia stood up, took out her phone, and pretended to make a call. "Since you're not feeling well, I'll call 911 and have someone take you to the hospital for a check-up.""I'll be fine as long as you check on me." Yardley grabbed her arm.His gaze darkened as he said, "I only want you to check on me." Celia was rendered speechless. He didn't look sick to her. He was definitely faking it!"Alright. I've already checked on you. There's nothing wrong with you.
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