"No." Elvin forced a smile. "I'm very happy."

Yvonne was rendered speechless, thinking, "That smile is way too fake." Yvonne walked over to him and placed the snacks on the table. Then she sat beside him and wanted to touch his forehead. "Honey, are you okay?"

However, Elvin avoided her touch. "I'm not sick."

"He's lovesick. That's what it is." Lloyd walked out of the kitchen, holding a plate of fruits. He shot Elvin a smirk when he got close to them. "What a brat. He ignores her whenever