Edward Anderson climbed up from the ground and headed unsteadily to the gym.
Bella Scott curiously followed, wanting to see what Edward would do.
Seeing him go to the treadmill, she fixed her eyes on him. Was he really sick or just faking it? Wasn't he supposed to have a fever? He had looked weak just moments ago, but now he was running on a treadmill full of energy?
Edward stayed on the treadmill for half an hour. At first, his pace was steady, but later it became erratic.
Bella wasn't blind, and she didn't want to sympathize with this liar. She just wanted to see if he was using his superb acting skills to gain her sympathy once again.
An hour later, Edward's tall body wobbled slightly, and his steps stumbled. To Bella's surprise, he fell off the treadmill.
Bella rushed forward to help Edward, but it was too late.
