The Comments Shipped Him with Her, but He Loved Me Chapter 03

The Comments Shipped Him with Her, but He Loved Me Chapter 03

He expertly propped my calves up on a stool and started massaging my sore muscles.

God, that felt good.

I was half lying on the couch, soaking it in, when the comments popped back up.

[What’s the male lead doing? Shouldn’t he be with our girl right now?]

[Yeah, what about the scene where he tends to her wounds? That’s the first spark between them!]

What?

Tending wounds!

I love that kind of stuff.

So the next second, I kicked Damon away.

“Your hands are too rough! Stop it—it’s not even comfortable!”

“Get out! You’re annoying me!”

After snapping at him, I made sure to throw in an eye roll for extra effect.

Damon hung his head with a wounded expression and turned to leave.

I sprang up instantly and crept after him.

Sure enough, he headed straight for the quarantine room.

Fiona was curled up in the corner, hugging her knees, looking so pathetic it tugged at my heartstrings.

“Could I have some medicine? My wounds are still bleeding…” she pleaded, gazing up at Damon.

Damon hesitated for a few seconds, then pulled a tube of ointment from his pocket and tossed it into the room.

This guy had absolutely no clue how to treat a lady.

Just open the door and go in!

I want to see the wound-dressing scene!

Seeing him about to walk away, I shouted urgently.

“Damon, stop right there!”

I rushed forward and yanked the quarantine door open.

The next second, I shoved him inside.

“Miss, did I do something wrong?” Damon asked, his eyes glistening as he looked at me.

“No. I just figured Miss Fiona’s badly hurt, and since you’re our strongest fighter, you’re definitely the one who can patch her up.”

“You’ve got this!”

With that, I turned and walked off.

I circled around and ducked behind a pillar, crouching down with my eyes wide, waiting for the wound-dressing action.

The comments started rolling in hot.

[Say what you will, but this spoiled villainess is actually pretty helpful.]

[Why isn’t the male lead making a move? Did the rich girl mess with his head?]

[Just dress the wounds already! If the writers cut this scene, I’m coming after them!]

Right then, Damon picked up the ointment and moved toward Fiona.

I couldn’t help but swallow.

Was the main event finally starting?

I stared without blinking.

Just as Damon was about to apply the medicine, a voice cut in.

“Bro, what are you doing in there?”

“Damn it—Vivian locked you in, didn’t she, that spoiled brat!”

“I’m going to settle this with her right now!”

Oh, for crying out loud.

This Dylan really knew how to ruin the mood.

“I’m right here. What do you want with me?” I stepped out, determined to shut this down fast and get back to the show.

“You—!” Dylan flinched at my sudden appearance.

He scratched his head guiltily, stammering out an explanation.

“I mean, my brother was about to go look for strawberries.”

“You were the one who said we should bring Miss Fiona back.”

“You can’t punish him for that.”

Dude, how was I punishing him?

I was rewarding him!

You moron!

Can’t you read the room?

I forced down my anger and glared at Dylan.

“You got a problem with that?”

He nodded, then shook his head.

“Guards—lock him up next door!”

I wasn’t about to argue with him.

Anyone who got in the way of my show was getting thrown in a cell.