I would never forget the way he looked at me that day, as if he was looking at trash. He even smashed the cup into pieces right in front of me.
"Julie, can’t you understand basic hygiene? Do you have any idea how many germs are in a person’s mouth?” he had said. He looked coldly at me. “Who gave you permission to use my cup? What if you passed some kind of virus to me?”
He then ordered me to pick up the shattered cup with my bare hands When my hand got pierced and the blood kept flowing out, he did not care. Instead, he claimed that it was a lesson for me.
Yet, just now, he drank his milk tea after Evelyn had taken a sip, on top of that he even used the same straw that had her lipstick marks and drank several mouthfuls without hesitation. He acted so naturally as he should, exactly like the real couple did.
This was so laughable. Apparently, I was a carrier of bacteria, while Evelyn's saliva somehow had antiseptic properties.
I sighed silently. The truth was the difference between love and lack of it was really obvious.