I turned around with a smile, my anger subsiding a little.
But when I saw the look of disgust on Lawson's face, my smile froze.
Lawson was a year older than me. When I first started university, the upperclassmen rushed to help me with my luggage, all except Lawson, who stood aside with a cool indifference.
I noticed he was different from the rest.
After spending six months together, I realized I had feelings for him and confessed.
To my surprise, he moved past his previous aloofness and agreed to date me.
During our relationship, he was attentive and sweet, like any guy in the throes of new love.
But now, he was looking at me with such cold, contemptuous eyes as if I had committed a heinous crime.
I looked at Lawson, bewildered. Before I could ask what was wrong, he sneered and said in a mocking tone, "Lillian, I thought you were some rich girl, but it turns out it's all an act. You're even willing to sell yourself for money. I really misjudged you. I thought you were a pure and kind girl, but I guess I was blind. You've let me down."
Hearing those words, I almost laughed.
"Materialistic? How am I materialistic?
"If I were materialistic, would I even be with you?"