The Socialite Wants To Steal My Boyfriend

I finished taking a shower and lay on the bed.

I wondered why Eileen was interested in Gavin.

I recalled the first time I had seen her.

At that time, I had graduated and found a shared apartment here with the meager income from my part-time job.

I cleaned the room all day, but I didn't see the roommate mentioned by the landlord.

At midnight...

A man in a luxury car triggered all the voice-controlled lights in the entire building, which also woke me up.

A man and a woman got out of the car and kissed downstairs before saying goodbye to each other.

A few minutes later, someone knocked on the door.

The woman, wearing exquisite makeup, stood outside the door, carrying large and small bags in her hands. All the things were printed with logos that I didn't recognize.

"Sorry, I have too many things in my hands, and I can't open the door."

It was the first time I met Eileen.

"I heard from the landlord that a new roommate was moving in, so I knocked on the door directly. Sorry for disturbing your sleep." She put on slippers and apologized out of a formality.

I shook my head, and I didn't feel disturbed. Beautiful women seemed to have a natural charm that made others instinctively serve her, whether they were men or women.

Looking back now, this idea seemed quite funny.

Three years of hanging out in society made me disillusioned with some flashy but impractical things.

But at that time, it was a lie to say that I wasn't envious of her. I came from the countryside to study at Chicago University. I wanted to get rid of a life of farming and relying on growing wheat in a small piece of land.

Besides, the house at home was meant for my younger brother to get married. Even if I stayed in the countryside, I had no place to settle down.

Thinking of this, I was a bit lonely.

Eileen sensed my low mood and generously handed me one of the bags.

I opened it and saw a golden lipstick in it.

"What was I thinking at that time?"

I couldn't remember anything. I just remembered that I didn't want it after looking at it for a long time.

Its luxury appearance was like this bustling city, making me cautious even to touch it.

And then, after receiving my first salary during the internship... I didn't buy the same lipstick.

700 dollars for lipstick was still too extravagant for me.

For me, who wanted to settle down in Chicago at that time, 700 dollars equaled my monthly food expenses.

Later, no matter how long I had been saving money, I never had the idea of buying the same lipstick again.

If it weren't for tonight, I would have almost forgotten about that lipstick.

She had no lack of men like this in her life. In my heart, they were like this lipstick, with a gorgeous appearance and a high value. They were not from the same world as me.

"So why did she go after Gavin?"

I thought about it repeatedly, but I couldn't figure it out.