My Don Boyfriend Belongs to the Heroine
I was super clingy, always trailing after my boyfriend, Nate, like a lost puppy, constantly craving more of his attention.
Tonight as I snuggled in his arms, pressing soft kisses to his lips as usual, I suddenly saw translucent comments fleshing across my vision, one after another.
"Hasn't she noticed our Nate, the male lead, is trying his best to avoid her?"
"Nate hates physical contact, especially with her. She can't seriously think he's with her because he loves her, right?”
"Relax. Nate's true love, the heroine, is about to appear. Once she does, he's going to dump this stupid bitch so hard."
My heart skipped a beat.
The next second, I pulled away from Nate's chest.
Nate glanced down at me. Something that looked suspiciously like irritation flickered across his face.
“What’s wrong?" he asked.