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When I was released from prison, my champion boxer girlfriend led a grand welcoming party at the prison gates.
As a man was about to approach, my girlfriend immediately shielded him.
"Don't touch him! People just out of prison have heavy negative energy. You're not in good health. I'd be heartbroken if you caught something bad."
I was stunned. My girlfriend smiled nonchalantly, a hint of disgust flashing in her eyes.
"Damien, I can't have any blemishes on my reputation now, so you'll have to bear with it for a bit."
"Soren and I are just an on-screen couple. Don't cause him any trouble - he can't handle being frightened. You understand, right?"
My throat tightened as I nodded bitterly.

Released From Prison, My Girlfriend Became Others' On-screen Couple

Vivienne was sent reeling backwards from the blows, and for some reason my heart raced with urgency.


Seeing everyone around cheering her on, I blurted out without thinking:


Hearing this, the smile vanished from Myra's face, replaced by a dark look.


In contrast, Vivienne perked up, her steps becoming lighter and quicker.


But in the end, she still lost, having been away from competition for so long.


Myra grinned at her smugly, then ran off the field and came up to me:


"So, what do you think? I'm still the best, right? You were intentionally cheering for her to rile me up, weren't you? To give me more motivation?"


I pushed away the girl lost in her delusions and grabbed the first aid kit nearby to treat Vivienne's injuries.


Myra had struck with malice, targeting exposed areas of skin.


I tenderly applied medicine to her wounds, realizing that at some point I had begun to care for Vivienne.


Chapter 10