Filed To Story: The Scarlet Vengeance: Justice of a Framed Beauty Novel (Grace & Jason)
“Why can’t you make up your mind?”
“Because he might be Lawrence,” Jasper said. “If he really is Lawrence, then…”
“So, if you reject him, are you afraid he’ll be sad and upset?”
William asked.
Jasper nodded. He knew her too well. She couldn’t hide anything from him.
“But what if he really is Lawrence?” he pressed. “If it’s not just a possibility, but he really is Lawrence, would you be afraid of hurting him and agree to date him?”
Jasper blinked, looking puzzled. “But if I’m not dating him because I like him and want to be his girlfriend, wouldn’t he be even more upset?”
Her words left him speechless.
“What’s wrong? Did I say something wrong?” she asked, confused.
He chuckled. “No, you didn’t say anything wrong. You’re right. If someone really likes you and you’re not dating them because of that, it will definitely make them more upset!”
In fact, she had a more insightful perspective on the issue than he had imagined. He, on the other hand, was caught up in this meaningless dilemma.
“But actually, now that I think about it, he probably doesn’t really want to date me,” Jasper said again.
“Why do you think that?” he asked.
“Because he didn’t show any signs of liking me before. I was the one who pursued him, and he knew it was because he looks like Lawrence. When he asked me to date him in front of everyone, he must have known that it would put me in a difficult position and make things awkward for both of us. So…I don’t think he really likes me and wants to date me. If you really like someone, you wouldn’t want to embarrass them in front of others,” Jasper explained.
As William listened to Jasper’s analysis, he suddenly realized that she was actually more analytical than he had imagined.
He used to think she was naive and easily fooled, after all, the Reed family had protected her too well and shielded her from the dangers of the world. But in reality, she was aware of everything she needed to be aware of.
“Since you understand that he is not sincere, why are you afraid that rejecting him will make him sad?” said William.
“Because of his face,” grumbled Jasper.
“Face?”
“His face made me feel a bit scared to refuse. Refusing him felt like refusing…someone like Lawrence.
I once refused a request from Lawrence before and then…” She lowered her head and her voice became a bit choked up.
He knew it was her deepest pain.
William hugged Jasper and said, “It’s not your fault, don’t think too much about it!”
“How can I not think about it?” Jasper said bitterly. She had hoped countless times that time could be turned back. If she had chosen to believe Lawrence when he asked her to trust him, she would have believed that he wanted to be friends with her sincerely, not because of her identity or for more benefits.
If that were the case, would she have gone to find her parents and continued to seek shelter from the Abbott family?
And then, the things that happened later wouldn’t have happened?
But everything had no remedy!
“William, I need to find Lawrence and treat him well, very well. I want to do everything possible to make up for the suffering he has endured,” Jasper murmured.
William’s eyes darkened. If it came down to it, would she be willing to use herself to make up for
Lawrence’s suffering?
But he ultimately didn’t say anything.
The next day, Jasper found Roger in the school’s music room. Although he was in the room, he wasn’t practicing the piano. Instead, he was sitting on a chair next to the piano, taking a break.
His body was slightly curled up, with his head resting on the side of the chair, as if he was asleep. He didn’t even wake up from the sound of her walking in.
Jasper bent down and looked at Roger.
Looking at him up close like this, I really feel like he resembles
Lawrence from her memories more and more!
And what about the mole on his neck… Could all of this really just be a coincidence?
At this moment, Roger, who was originally asleep, suddenly frowned. His head was still slightly shaking, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.
Jasper looked at him with confusion. Had he had a nightmare?
As his face grew paler and his head shook more violently, his eyes remained tightly shut, showing no signs of waking up from his dream.
“Roger!” she shouted, hoping to wake him up.
But after calling out several times, it had no effect. He remained in that state.
He even mumbled something incoherently under his breath.
She leaned in closer to his lips, wanting to hear clearly what he was saying.
But when she finally heard it, she froze. He was saying… “Don’t hit me… Don’t hit me…”
Hit?
Was someone going to hit him?
What was he dreaming about again?!
Jasper bit her lip and suddenly walked over to the piano, sitting down and lifting her hands to play the keys.
The sound she played was gentle and melodious, like a mother soothing her child to sleep.
The music flowed through the room, so beautiful to hear.
Roger, who had been trapped in a nightmare, began to calm down and fell into a peaceful sleep.
Jasper played with concentration, not noticing that Roger’s. eyelashes trembled and slowly opened.
When he saw her playing the piano, he was stunned and stared at her in amazement.
Jasper was playing the piano with great concentration, so she didn’t notice when Roger’s eyelashes trembled. Soon after, his eyes slowly opened and he stared blankly when he saw her playing the piano from the side.
The scene before him made him feel like he had gone back many years.
At that time, he always enjoyed looking at her and listening to her play the piano.
Even though she always says she likes his piano, in reality, she plays much better than him and sounds much more beautiful.
At that time, he made a vow in his heart that one day he would play the piano so well that she would always love his music.
Looking back, he was so naive and ridiculous back then. He was willing to do anything for her!
In his eyes, she was like a deity who changed the fate of their family. He felt grateful, respectful, and fond of her…
But now, he had to bring her down from her pedestal.
Just then, a voice rang out, “Oh, you’re awake!”
Roger realized that the piano music had stopped at some point, and Jasper was now turning to look at her.
His expression changed slightly, and he was inwardly annoyed at himself for getting distracted earlier.
“What are you doing.
here?” he asked.
“I came to find you,” she replied. “But when I came in, I saw that you were asleep and seemed to be restless. I couldn’t wake you up, so I tried using music therapy.”
“Music therapy?” he scoffed. “Just a piano piece. Can that really be considered therapy?”
“Different types of music can correspond to different patients’ conditions. The piece I played just now can be very useful in stabilizing feelings of anxiety, restlessness, and fear. So I gave it a try, and now…” She looked him over and said, “You seem to be doing better now.”
He squinted his eyes and asked, “Anxious, uneasy, and fearful? What makes you think I have these emotions?”
“Because…” She paused and noticed the thin layer of sweat on his forehead. She grabbed a tissue and walked over to him. “Because you slept restlessly and kept saying ‘don’t hit me’ in your sleep.
That’s why I think so.”
As she was standing and he was sitting, she spoke while trying to wipe the sweat off his forehead.
However, before her hand could touch his forehead, he suddenly grabbed her wrist and asked, “You said I was shouting ‘don’t hit me’ in my dream?”
“Yes,” she replied. “Did you have a bad dream or did I mishear it?”
His thin lips were tightly pursed. Did he dream of his darkest time again? When he was in the hospital, taken away by the person who killed his parents, and tortured over and over again… He was lucky to survive and escape.
But even though he escaped from that darkness, he could never forget it. He always had nightmares and woke up from them.
“I dreamt of something, it has nothing to do with you. And, what are you trying to do?” He said coldly, his gaze falling on the hand he held.
“I just wanted to help you wipe the sweat off your forehead.”
She said.
“No need.” He let go of her hand, stood up, and took a tissue to wipe the sweat off his forehead himself.
At this moment, there seems to be a deliberate unfamiliarity emanating from him, making it difficult for people to approach him.
He is like a lone wolf, not allowing others to enter his dearted, yest unwilling to step out of it.
What has happened to this person?
If he really is Lawrence, then what does his dream of saying
“don’t hit me” mean?
Jasper suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart.
“You better put away that sympathetic look of yours,” mocked Roger. “I don’t need any of your pity,
Miss. Reed.”
“I…I wasn’t pitying you,” she bit her lip and said.