âFace?â
âHis face made me feel a bit scared to refuse. Refusing him felt like refusingâ¦someone like Lawrence.
I once refused a request from Lawrence before and thenâ¦â She lowered her head and her voice became a bit choked up.
He knew it was her deepest pain.
William hugged Jasper and said, âItâs not your fault, donât think too much about it!â
âHow can I not think about it?â 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 wouldnât have happened?
But everything had no remedy!
âWilliam, 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,â Jasper murmured.
Williamâs eyes darkened. If it came down to it, would she be willing to use herself to make up for Lawrenceâs suffering?
But he ultimately didnât say anything.
The next day, Jasper found Roger in the schoolâs music room. Although he was in the room, he wasnât 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 didnât 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.
âRoger!â 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⦠âDonât hit me⦠Donât hit meâ¦â
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 Rogerâs. 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 didnât notice when Rogerâs eyelashes trembled. Soon after, his eyes slowly opened and he stared blankly when he saw her playing the piano from the side.