Chapter 353 – The Scarlet Vengeance: Justice of a Framed Beauty Novel (Grace & Jason)

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However, her strength was not enough for her to break away from Brian’s grip.

“Grace, is it so hard for you to admit that you saved me?” He growled at her. As the crown prince of the entertainment industry, he was often fawned upon and ingratiated. When had he ever cried in such an aggrieved voice in front of a woman?

She stared at the man blankly. As he drew near, she saw his face. His phoenix eyes had a touch of redness, and they were staring back at her as if she had done something heinous.

His eyes were so aggrieved as if he was an abandoned child.

Suddenly, Grace just felt her chest tighten as the memory of him crying in front of her came back to her.

They all said that the crown prince of the entertainment industry kept changing girlfriends, but they were all substitutes.

The crown prince was always looking at a small silver bracelet and was always looking for someone.

Then… It became an obsession.

Her wrists were captured, and the slight pain was pulling her back to her senses.

If she was the person she used to be, she would try her best to find out the truth. She would want to know whether she had lost her memories and whether she had saved Brian when she was a child.

However… Now, she did not want to find out the truth. Finding out the truth would make her get entangled with Brian and make Jason sensitive and uneasy.

If that was the case, she would rather have it buried forever and never probe into it-Regardless if… It was her or not.

Taking a deep breath, Grace stopped struggling and calmed down. “It was Stella who saved you, wasn’t it? Mr. Hart, you found this out yourself, I suppose. Don’t you find it amusing to ask me that now?”

Her words were like a basin of cold water, pouring down on him and turning him pale in an instant.

“Brian, don’t you find your speculation absurd? How do you think Stella would feel if she was here and heard what you just asked me?” she asked.

His reddened eyes were still fixed on her, and indeed, all the clues in his investigation pointed to Stella Lindsay.

Those clues were telling him that Stella Lindsay was the one he was looking for.

‘But why do I think the woman in front of me is the one? Is it because of her looks? Or is it because of the look in her eyes that she sometimes showed?

‘The look where she retains a trace of pride even though she was trampled on, and the yearning for and pursuit of the so-called justice… It’s so similar!”

“Are you… Really not her?” He spat these simple words out of his mouth with such difficulty.

“I’m not,” she replied.

He suddenly chuckled. “That’s right. You’re not. You’re not…”

However, this fact made him feel as if he was immersed in ice water. He was cold to the bone.

Why did he feel so bad when she said that she was not her? It was as if his heart was being ripped out of his body.

Little by little, he unclenched the fingers that held her wrist.

Grace was finally free and hurried out of the exit pa**ageway.

Brian seemed to have lost all his strength. He leaned dejectedly against the wall beside him and laughed bitterly.

‘She’s not her after all. It was all wishful thinking.

‘Stella is the one who saved me when I was little. I shouldn’t have any more doubts, right?’

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Grace hurried out of the hospital, still having a heavy heart.

She knew that she had made up her mind.

When she said to Brian that she was not her, she had already decided never to find the truth about the dreams and verify whether she had ever lost her memories.

Back at Reed Residence, Grace learned from the servant that Jason was in the kitchen.

This surprised her.

Usually… There seemed to be nothing that required him in the kitchen.

When she got to the kitchen, she found that other than him, there was a chef who was teaching him how to… Pipe!

Yes, pipe!

Grace only saw Jason holding a piping bag, a common tool used by bakers, while he piped buttercream flowers on top of a baked cake.

Holding the tool with his long fingers, he moved around the cake smoothly. He could have been a walking advertisement for the cake shop!

It was a strange feeling for Grace to see rose after rose appear under his hands.

She did not even know he had it in him.

It was not until Jason stopped what he was doing that Grace walked into the kitchen.

“You’re back. How did the doctor’s appointment go?” asked Jason.

“It’s all right.” Grace thought for a while and said, “About that headache. If I get it again over time, why don’t you get me another doctor?”

His eyes glistened a little before replying, “Sure.””

“By the way, I just realized that you’re interested in making cakes. What made you want to learn it? How long have you been learning?” asked Grace as she looked down at the cake Jason had just decorated.

It seemed well decorated. At least to a layman like her, it looked about the same as the ones in the cake shop.

“Mr. Reed’s a quick learner. He got the hang of it with one lesson.” The pastry chef nearby praised Jason.

“All right. That’s all for today. You can leave,” Jason said to the pastry chef.

He nodded and left the kitchen.

Suddenly, only Grace and Jason were left in the spacious kitchen.

“How about you? Did anything happen today other than seeing the doctor?” he asked calmly.

He knew everything. He knew what she had gone to the hospital for today, and he also knew that she met Brian there.

However, he wanted to hear it from her.

Was it pride or self-esteem? Or… Maybe he was expecting her to tell him everything willingly and not keep it from him.

There was a flash of discomfort on Grace’s face, and she quickly smiled. “Nothing special happened. By the way, why are you making a cake at home? Aren’t you supposed to be in the office right now?”

She digressed from the subject.

“You said you wanted a cake for your birthday, so I need to learn ahead of time,” he said. His long lashes quivered a little, obscuring all the gloom in his eyes.

Grace blinked. “Are you… Going to make me a cake for my birthday?”

“Do you like it? However, today is just the beginning. I hope the cake I make for you on your birthday tastes good.”

Grace looked shocked. She knew he loved her, but she really did not expect that he would choose to make a cake for her.

This cake would be more meaningful than any other cake!

“I love it,” Grace said with a smile.

“It may not taste as good though.” Once in a blue moon, Young Master Reed had his moments of worry as well.

“Even if it doesn’t taste that good, I’ll love it. Because you made it for me, Jay!” said Grace.

He looked at her intently and put his arms around her waist.

His eyes looked like they were trying to imprint her into his soul. “Grace, I’ll only bake cakes for one woman in my life.”

She felt a little entranced. It was as if she was about to be captured by the look in his eyes.

“Don’t let me down, all right?” His voice was so faint that she could hardly hear it.

Her body trembled, and she saw the fragility in his eyes.

‘Am I the only one who can see his vulnerability?

‘How can I erase his vulnerability and make him believe more in my love for him?’

Grace put her hands around Jason’s neck, stood on tiptoe, and kissed him on the lips. “Jason, I’ll never betray you. Just as I told you the other day before your father’s memorial tablet that I would never betray you!”

He stared at her quietly, then smiled softly.

This smile was like the melting snow mountain in spring, so beautiful that people could not look away.

“Grace, I believe you,” said Jason as he opened his thin lips. slightly.

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