Filed To Story: The Scarlet Vengeance: Justice of a Framed Beauty Novel (Grace & Jason)
Jasper spoke and then looked at William, “How come you don’t look like a poor little thing who has fallen out of favor? I wonder how they came up with that idea.”
William’s gaze was fixed on Jasper, “So, do you get tired of things easily?”
She almost choked on the food in her mouth. After finally swallowing, she said, “Why are you joking around? We’re not in a relationship, so there’s no getting tired of anything!”
He pursed his lips, “What about if you were in a relationship? Would you get tired of things easily?”
“Of course not,” she replied confidently, “If I were in a relationship, that person would be my first and last. No matter what happens, I would love that person forever and never change.”
When she said these words, there was a dreamy look on her face.
As for him, he stared at her in a daze, using all his willpower to restrain the words that were about to slip out.
It’s not the right time yet!
She didn’t understand the feelings between men and women.
She still only saw him as a childhood friend and hadn’t thought about love. If he said it now, he was afraid it would affect their current relationship, afraid she would avoid him, and afraid she wouldn’t speak freely in front of him anymore.
So, he would endure a little longer, just a little longer!
William thought to himself, “I’ll slowly guide her emotions and then, at the right moment, I’ll tell her about my feelings all these years!”
He had endured for so long, so what harm was there in continuing to endure a little longer?
Just then, Jasper said, “Oh, William, can you help me look up some information on Roger?”
“What? You want to investigate him?”
“Yeah, I still think he might be Lawrence,” Jasper said. “The mole on his neck is in the same spot as
Lawrence’s, and his appearance and the way he plays Transcendental Etude No. 12 Chasse-neige always seem too coincidental to me. So, I was hoping you could help me look up his background and information from before he was 10 years old. You should have a way to do that, right?”
William’s eyes flickered. He could indeed help with the search, but… “Why don’t you ask your father to help you? After all, the Reed family has been searching for Lawrence’s whereabouts for years. And if
Uncle Reed sends someone to investigate, it would be much more efficient than me.”
“Because if Roger is really Lawrence, he may not want to admit it for some reason. So, I don’t want the adults to know for now,” Jasper said.
He lowered his eyelids and after a while, he said, “Okay, I’ll help you with the search.”
He would never refuse her request, even if the result of the search might not be what he wanted to see.
As long as it was her hope, he would do it!
However, William’s investigation is being conducted through the Barlow family’s connections, and he also needs to look into things that happened before the other party was 10 years old, so it naturally won’t be quick and will require a considerable amount of time.
During this time, Jasper was not idle. He took advantage of the campus gossip and actively approached Roger to try and find out if he was Lawrence.
Jasper didn’t have to put in much effort to find out which specific class Roger was in. After all, on the school forum, someone had already identified Roger’s name and class based on his silhouette in the photo that appeared to show him kissing Jasper.
What surprised her was that Roger, who was also a freshman like her, was actually a chemistry major.
Every week, Roger would come to the school’s piano room to practice for two or three days.
On this day, when Roger came to the piano room to practice, Jasper deliberately waited outside the room, listening to the faint sound of the piano coming from the door. She listened quietly.
This way of interpreting music gives people a feeling from the sound of the piano… Inside, as Roger’s fingers moved across the black and white keys, outside, Jasper closed her eyes and moved her ten fingers in the air, as if playing the same piece in the air.
In this way, two people, one inside and one outside, but the movements of their fingers playing the piano were synchronized.
One piece followed by another, until Roger finished practicing and walked out of the piano room. He saw Jasper gesturing with her ten fingers in the air, imitating the posture of playing the piano, and she seemed to still be immersed in the aftertaste of the piano music.
As he opened the door, his entrance seemed to startle her. She opened her eyes and her beautiful almond-shaped eyes met his. “You played so beautifully just now. And the pieces you played today were all difficult. Do you enjoy playing challenging pieces?” she asked.
He averted his gaze, as if he couldn’t be bothered, and walked straight out.
“Hey, wait a minute,” she hurried after him and stood in front of him. “How about we become friends?”
“There’s no need for that,” he replied, looking at her.
“Why not? Everyone in school thinks we’re friends,” she said. In reality, everyone in school thought they were “ambiguous”
friends.
“So?” he said coldly. “You can just tell others that we’re not together.”
“But no one will believe me,” she said, touching her nose.
He stared at her and suddenly asked, “Do you want to be friends with me because you still think I’m the
Lawrence you talked about?”
She was taken aback, feeling like he had seen through her little thoughts.
“You play the piano very well. I really like your piano playing, so I want to be friends with you,” she replied.
Suddenly, she felt like there was a hint of mockery in his eyes. “Unfortunately, I’m not interested in being friends with you,” he replied.
“Just as ordinary friends!” she said.
“Not interested,” Grace replied in the same tone.
“What are you interested in then?” she asked.
“Do you want to know?” He raised an eyebrow.
She nodded her head, not sure why, but she had a feeling that the person in front of her was
Lawrence.
So she wanted to know more about him, to find out if he really was Lawrence!
“Alright then, follow me.” He said this and walked ahead without waiting for her.
She was surprised by his words, but she didn’t hesitate and quickly followed him.
She looked surprised at what the other person said, but without hesitation, she quickly followed him.
Half an hour later, Jasper stood at the entrance of a chemical laboratory. She didn’t expect him to bring her here.
“Why did you bring me here?” she asked nervously.
“If there are any experiments that need to be done, I come here,” he replied.
“But doesn’t the school have a laboratory?” she asked. Stanford University’s chemistry department is strong, so they naturally have good laboratories.
“But I’m only a freshman now, even if I can use it, I can only do some basic things, not like here,” Roger said. “Do you want to go in?”
“Oh, okay. But can I go in?” she asked. After all, as far as she knew, outsiders were generally not allowed to enter this kind of chemistry laboratory.
“If I take you in, there won’t be any problem, but you need to put on the lab coat first. And after you go in, don’t touch anything randomly, because if you accidentally touch something, you may lose your life.
So, do you still want to go in?” he said in a flat tone, but there seemed to be a hint of sarcasm in his tone.
Jasper hesitated for a moment, looked at the face in front of her, and finally took a deep breath and said, “I want to go in, and I will strictly follow what you said.”
Upon hearing this, Roger’s eyes flickered slightly, and he directly took Jasper to change into the clothes for entering the laboratory.
When the two of them walked inside, Jasper only saw Roger skillfully mixing and adjusting different chemicals on the operating table, performing various operations. She, on the other hand, couldn’t understand anything at all, as if she was watching scientists conducting scientific research in a TV
drama.
Even many proprietary terms on the reagent bottles were mostly incomprehensible to her. After all, she was good at humanities, but when it came to science, especially chemistry, she was just average.
Every time, she barely understood anything.
However, when she saw the label on one of the transparent bottles, she stared at it for a long time.
“Isn’t thallium supposed to be colorless and odorless? Why is this one a white particle?” she asked curiously.
“Because it’s currently preserved in paraffin wax,” he said.
“But I didn’t expect you to know that it’s colorless and tasteless.”
“I know about it because of a well-known case of poisoning in the news. It’s a long-term process of adding it to water for people to drink, and ordinary people won’t even notice it, but in the end it will cause poisoning and intellectual degradation, and it’s irreversible!” Jasper said.
“That’s true,” Roger said. “In fact, sometimes it’s very easy to use chemical knowledge to kill someone, like with explosives, poisoning, or…”
His voice trailed off as his dark eyes gazed at her.
In an instant, Jasper felt her heart racing and an inexplicable sense of danger arose, as if her body’s instincts were urging her to escape from the boy in front of her.
But why would she feel this way?
“So, these chemicals really need to be handled with caution to prevent them from being misused by someone with ill intentions,” Jasper quickly interjected.
“Yeah, safety is definitely important,” Roger agreed.
“By the way, did you choose to study chemistry because you enjoy it?” she changed the subject and asked.
“I’m just interested in how different chemicals, when combined, can create different reactions that can either save or kill people. Don’t you think it’s fascinating?” he said.
“Um…I’ve never heard anyone describe chemistry like that before. I just find it dangerous,” she replied.
“What do you like then? The piano?” she asked.
“Yes, I do love the piano,” he admitted. “I even thought that it was something I would strive to work hard at for my entire life.”
“Then why didn’t you choose to study music?” she asked curiously.
“Because it’s useless,” he chuckled.
“Useless?” She frowned, not agreeing with him. “How can it be useless? Music can cultivate one’s character, bring joy to people’s mood, and even like me, studying music therapy, can use music to treat patients in the future.”
“But what’s the use of that?” He asked with a smile, “If you throw a musician into a deserted place, you will find that music, besides self-satisfaction, has no use for your survival.”
She was taken aback. “Anyway, music can be spiritual food, can relieve stress, and even during war, music can boost morale!”
“People who usually say such things are those who are materially rich. In times of famine, no one will think of music.