A few girls were jealous, and their words were inevitably harsh.
Fortunately, they spoke quietly and were a distance away, so Joanna Lawrence and Ashton Heath didn’t hear what they were saying.
Ashton saw that Joanna was struggling with the bouquet of flowers, so he took them from her hands and said gentlemanly, "I’ll help you carry them to the car."
Joanna naturally had no objections.
The flowers were so heavy that she had held them for a while, and her arms were already aching.
The two of them walked slowly to the car.
Ashton took out the car key and pressed it, and the car beeped twice. He opened the door and put the flowers in the back seat.
Then he walked around to the passenger side, opened the door like a gentleman, and smiled at Joanna, "Ms. Joanna, please get in the car."
His gentlemanly behavior drew small gasps and looks of admiration from the surrounding girls.
Girls were naturally attracted to men who knew how to act like gentlemen.
If the man was also rich and handsome, they would be even more attracted.
So Joanna, under the gaze of the crowd, walked slowly over.
As she bent down to get into the car, she suddenly heard a familiar voice behind her, "Sir, you’ve been deceived by Joanna. She’s not at all like what you see on the surface."
Joanna paused, holding onto the car door and turning her head.
Lillian White and Gretchen Skerit came towards her, hand in hand.
The person who just spoke was Lillian White.
Seeing Ashton Heath again, Lillian became excited. Even though she tried hard to conceal it, she couldn’t hide the excitement and joy in her eyes.
Ashton squinted his eyes and looked at her expressionlessly.
Facing his cold gaze, Lillian’s heartbeat quickened, and she felt a mix of anxiety, nervousness, and a hint of anticipation.
She walked quickly to Ashton’s side, clenched her fists, took a deep breath, and gathered her courage to lift her head, shyly saying, "Sir, you should remember me. I am Joanna’s roommate."
Looking at the self-righteous woman in front of him, Ashton’s expression darkened slightly, his tone cold: "Miss, I don’t know you. Please don’t pretend we’re familiar."
Lillian was publicly humiliated, and her face turned sour.
The girls next to her covered their mouths and laughed: "Haha, who is that girl? She doesn’t look very pretty. How could she say such a thing?"
"Exactly, she even said that he should remember her. She must think she’s a peerless beauty."
"Did you notice that her eyes lit up when she saw him? Is she trying to steal her roommate’s man?"
"But I think the guy is awesome, saying he doesn’t know her. Hahaha, he didn’t give her any face at all."
"You’re all overthinking it. There’s no face-slapping. He genuinely doesn’t know her. She just has a high opinion of herself, thinking he still remembers her."
Their voices were not small when they were talking.
Lillian heard everything.
Instantly, she felt a mix of anger and embarrassment.
However, in front of Ashton, she had no choice but to maintain her peaceful and gentle demeanor, suppressing her anger and not causing a scene.
She pressed her lips together, trying to control her temper, raised her head, and wearing a faint, gentle smile, she said: "Sir, my name is Lillian White. I’ve been living in the same dormitory as Joanna for three years. We used to be good friends, but then there were some misunderstandings..."