A Life Off Script
"Honey, the soles of my shoes are lambskin. They can't get wet. Come pick me up."
I had just sent Preston Hale that message when a swarm of floating comments suddenly exploded through the rain.
[I'm so sick of this drama-queen villainess. The male lead is a billionaire CEO, and she's treating him like a dog.]
[Our darling heroine has already joined the company. Once the male lead sees how gentle and sensible she is, he'll dump this woman right away.]
[Lol. After the divorce, she won't know how to do anything. She'll have to become some sleazy livestreamer.]
Watching the screen fill with malice, I clenched my fingers in anger.
Just then, Preston came running over with an umbrella, half of his custom suit soaked through.
When he saw my pale knuckles, he froze, then carefully tugged at my sleeve.
"I'm sorry, honey. Any faster and I'd have been speeding."