Chapter 79 Just Like Her Music, Mesmerizing
Isabella suddenly felt an intense gaze burning into her and looked up.
She saw Violet had somehow dropped to her knees on the floor, staring at her with deep affection? Wait, why was she looking so lovingly at her?
A chill ran down Isabella's spine, then she realized Violet wasn't staring affectionately at her, but at her hands.
She got it now—Violet loved the piano piece she was playing!
That made sense.
Isabella relaxed and continued playing.
Wait, that burning gaze wasn't the only one.
Isabella felt another intense stare from behind, so strong she couldn't ignore it.
She had to turn around and look.
There stood a trendy-looking, handsome guy around twenty years old, just staring blankly.
The guy was really handsome—the kind that looked like a big celebrity at first glance.
Isabella's gaze landed on him curiously, while his eyes also fell affectionately on her... no, to be precise, on her hands...
Isabella stopped playing and looked at the man at the door. "Who are you?"
The man seemed still lost in the piano music, not responding, still staring at Isabella's hands.
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Isabella looked at his mesmerized expression and laughed. "Say something? You've been standing there for a while. Don't tell me you're hypnotized by my playing."
Hearing Isabella's prompting, the man finally snapped out of it. Looking up, he saw Isabella's beautiful face, her charming smile appearing in his vision like a lovely painting.
Violet, still kneeling on the floor, suddenly let out a shriek.
Isabella jumped at her sudden scream.
Violet seemed to have lost it completely.
She stared at the man at the door, her hands shaking with excitement, twitching in place, her wide eyes showing either shock or joy—hard to tell which.
"What! Lawrence Parker! It's Lawrence Parker!"
Violet scrambled up from the floor, shouting out of control.
Hearing Violet call out his name, Lawrence's eyes clearly showed a flash of alarm.
He immediately stepped back, turned, and ran.
Violet kept shouting.
She grabbed Isabella's hand excitedly.
"Did you see? Lawrence... that was Lawrence. I never thought I'd see the real Lawrence in my life. I'm not dreaming, am I?"
"Isabella, quick, please, pinch me."
Isabella: "?"
That's a new request.
So she pinched her.
"Ow!"
Violet cried out in pain and swatted Isabella's hand. "Be gentle! You almost pinched me to death."
Now Violet realized she wasn't dreaming.
That really was Lawrence!
"Lawrence!"
Violet chased frantically toward the door.
Isabella: "..."
When Violet reached the door, Lawrence was long gone. She searched the area but couldn't find him.
So she returned to the recording studio and grabbed Isabella's hand again. "Did you see? It was real! The real Lawrence! I saw him, that had to be him, right?"
Isabella finally remembered.
Lawrence was Violet's idol, the dream of millions of girls nationwide, the undisputed top celebrity in the entertainment industry!
No wonder that man looked familiar when she saw him, but she couldn't place him.
So he was Lawrence. No wonder Violet lost control like that.
"Violet, anyway, let's calm down first," Isabella said.
"I can't calm down."
Violet clutched her chest, breathing deeply, but seeing Isabella's calm expression, couldn't help saying:
"Isabella, is your heart made of stone? That was Lawrence!"
No girl could see Lawrence without screaming.
She'd bet almost fifty percent of the girls at Stellar High School were Lawrence's fans.
Isabella cleared her throat. As a mature woman whose actual mental age was several years older than Violet's, she totally understood these girls' obsession with their idols.
But she just couldn't get that worked up about it.
She changed the subject. "Why would Lawrence be here?"
"Right, why would Lawrence be here?"
Violet's attention was successfully diverted.
"I remember now, Lawrence is releasing a new song soon. Could he have a private recording studio around here?"
"If that's true, I need to come record here again. Maybe I'll run into him..."
Meanwhile, Evelyn and Abigail had been waiting forever but hadn't seen Lawrence or anyone from his team entering or leaving the film studio.
"Abigail, is Lawrence really coming here?"
Abigail checked the time and realized they'd been waiting for over three hours. She was starting to have doubts too.
As a devoted fan of Lawrence, Abigail had heard some inside information that Lawrence would be at the film studio today.
She'd come early to wait, hoping to catch a glimpse of Lawrence in person.
After all, besides concerts and some offline events, they rarely got to see Lawrence.
After waiting so long without seeing anyone, Abigail was in a bad mood, feeling disappointed.
"Forget it, let's go back."
Maybe the information was wrong, or his schedule changed.
Either way, they weren't going to see Lawrence today.
——
After Violet and Isabella left, Lawrence came back.
He quietly hid by the recording studio door, but saw it was already empty. He felt dejected.
Earlier, a girl had suddenly jumped out shouting his name, which startled him. His whereabouts couldn't be discovered, so he'd reflexively run away.
Only after running did he realize—he hadn't even met the girl who played piano!
Lawrence couldn't help cursing under his breath.
What now? Where was he supposed to find that piano-playing girl?
Just then, hurried footsteps echoed in the hallway.
His assistant Dash came running toward him, out of breath. "Why did you come back here? And why aren't you wearing a mask or hat?"
"Don't you know there's a Stellar High School nearby, and lots of students there are your fans? What if you get recognized? Do you want a repeat of last time, causing total chaos..."
Dash kept talking, but saw Lawrence walk straight into the recording studio and stop in front of the piano, staring at it blankly.
Dash froze. "Wait, Lawrence, what's wrong? Is there something wrong with this piano?"
Lawrence bent down and took a deep, infatuated breath of the air in front of the piano.
The air seemed to still carry her scent, just like her piano playing—captivating.