Reincarnation of Love: Being the Guardian Angel of My Stuttering Husband

Episode 13's

As if receiving an apology, the once deserted laboratory suddenly became crowded.

Today's experiment was to prepare a 100ml solution of sodium chloride with a concentration of 1mol/L.

Before starting the experiment, it is necessary to calculate the mass of the substance needed.

Emily turned to look at Raymond, her eyes glittering with tenderness.

"Can you count it? I'm not very good at it."

Raymond was relieved, this was a question he could answer with a single word.

So he nodded and said gently, "Yes."

The laboratory was brightly lit, and Raymond looked at the girl's face from the side, feeling as if all the light of the world was radiating in his heart.

Outside the window, a soft morning light gushed in, while the laboratory rang out with the sound of laboratory instruments clashing.

A classmate handed Emily a sheet of laboratory notes. He saw it for a moment, then diligently copied its contents according to his book.

When he reached the column of mass of the required substance, he glanced towards Raymond.

Raymond nodded.

"How much?"

The words seemed to be instantly pinched in his throat, and Raymond's lips moved silently.

"What did you say?" Emily could not hear him clearly and brought herself closer to him.

The laboratory light flowed like water filling Emily's eyes instantly.

Raymond looked up and met a pair of bright, clear eyes.

His heart was beating rapidly. He suddenly recalled his early years at school when the girl, with equally clear eyes, used to stare at him while working at the noodle shop.

At that moment, the girl quietly went inside the bottom of her heart.

Raymond felt his heart suddenly become calm, and from a dark corner in his heart, a thought grew with a silent—

"Maybe he won't mock her."

The sudden thought was like a small seed that took root and grew in his heart. Raymond clenched his arm a little trying to keep pushing himself.

"He was different from the others" thought Raymond.

The lab was noisy, and Emily blinked gently, asking again gently, "Raymond?"

The girl's tone was warm, as warm water flowed down, for no reason amplifying Raymond's hidden uneasiness.

He gathered his thoughts and replied, "Li-li-five-five point eight five."

"Fifty-five point eight five?" Emily was a little confused by the amount Raymond said.

But he chose to trust Raymond and confidently wrote down 55.85 grams.

"No, no, no." Raymond interrupted repeatedly.

"Then what?" Emily stopped writing and looked at him, confused.

Raymond scrunched his forehead. "Li-li-five-five point eight five.

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"Not the same?" Emily looked at the data she wrote on the experiment sheet: 55.85, that's true.

Raymond could not say it in a hurry. Actually, he wanted to say "five point eight five" but because of his stutter, he always said "fifty five point eight five."

He knew that his stuttering problem had more to do with psychological factors. Whenever he was nervous or anxious, it became harder for him to speak.

A sweat appeared on Raymond's forehead.

Emily noticed an erratic unease on her and said softly, "Don't rush, take your time to say it. It's okay, or if you want, you can write it too."

The girl's gaze was gentle and calm, her voice was as calm as the breeze in spring.

Raymond's tense nerves instantly relax, and the restless mind subsides slightly.

After a moment, he lifted his head and looked at the girl's eyes, saying, "The number is five point eight five."

This time, there was no stammer.

Emily smiled and nodded, then rewrote the number on the note sheet.

The next step is the experimental procedure.

The experiment itself was not complicated, but the two of them had to exchange a few words to coordinate.

Usually, it was Emily who spoke first; her demeanor was gentle and calm, even when Raymond sometimes stammered, she patiently listened.

Gradually, Raymond also began to speak a few sentences actively. Although most of the time they are still stammered, sometimes they can communicate relatively smoothly.

The atmosphere is harmonious, and both work with a clear division of tasks performing experiments.

But they end up taking more time. When they reached the final step, most of the other groups had already completed their experiments.

The teacher stood at the first table, busy examining the experimental procedures and did not have time to maintain order.

The lab was noisy, with some people going around, commenting on other results.

Under the bright light of the incandescent lamp, Raymond lifted the bottle of pumpkin notch and gently shook it.

His fingers were pale and cold, with fingertips firmly grasping. As he grasped the transparent bottle of takae, it did not look as if he was conducting an experiment but more like showing off a beautiful gem.

Emily looked at her long, clean fingers and suddenly felt that they were perfect for playing the piano.

The transparent solution in the bottle of the notch was slightly swaying, knocking on the glass wall, creating a pleasant light sound.

At that moment, an ominous voice suddenly appeared.

"Hey, let me see, did you write this part wrong?" Kenzo lifted the test sheet off the table and started pointing and gesturing.

Emily is upset.

But considering his image, he simply grabbed and took the sheet out of Kenzo's hand, then caught a glimpse of Raymond, who was focused on the notch bottle and was unaware of what was going on here.

Emily was relieved.

A few days ago, he realized that Raymond might not have noticed when he dropped Kenzo's water bottle.

So, he had to maintain his gentle and kind image.

He forced a smile, silently reciting to Kenzo -

"Go."

Either because he was offended that Emily had humbled herself a few days ago, or because the phrase "go away", this time was short and firm, Kenzo started looking for more.

He grinned with a sudden look at Emily and scoffed, "What about your teamwork? Can your partner talk?"

Emily wanted to beat him up. He took a deep breath and was about to speak when he heard Raymond put the bottle down.

"Go away," he raised his gaze, his voice cold and emotionless whatsoever. His deep eyes showed no trace of feeling.

"Huh, you stammered finally talking? This time you're not stammering, ha-ha-ha." Kenzo clamored for excessive applause at the trial table.

Emily's eyebrows stretch. He looked at her coldly and said, "If you don't go, I'll call the teacher."

"Huh, you little bitch," Kenzo likes to patronize his classmates, but as soon as he confronts the teacher, he's like a frightened rat.

He looked at the two of them with widened eyes, then asked in a strange and cynical voice before leaving, "So, does that stuttering sound good? Is it like 'abba abba'?"

After saying so, he turned around and arrogantly waved his hand.

And as he waved his hand, he accidentally hit a notch bottle on the edge of the table.

The glass bottle was shattered with the sound of "prang" and debris and solution scattered everywhere, smearing the floor.

The entire laboratory seemed silent, and at that instant, all views were centered on that place.

Emily really wanted to curse.

He took a deep breath and looked at Kenzo with a look that looked helpless.

"I-I didn't accidentally," he lowered his head, looking at the broken glass scattering on the floor with a terrified expression.

"Heh, though unintentional, there must be consequences."

Emily looked at the chemistry teacher and spoke out loud, "Teacher, as we conducted the experiment, Kenzo kept on interfering and giving unwanted advice. We asked him to leave, and then he purposely smashed our notch."

The chemistry teacher walked slowly toward them, looked at the glass fragments scattering on the floor, then asked seriously, "Is that true?"

"No, no, that's not what happened. I accidentally dropped the bottle of notch," Kenzo stuttered in self-defense.

"So, did he really interrupt your experiment?" The teacher rubbed his eyes and, with sharp eyes like arrows, turned towards Kenzo.

Kenzo struggled to explain, "Sir Master, I just gave some advice."

Emily looked at the teacher with clear eyes, without fear, and said, "Sir Master, you can ask other students, they should have heard everything."

The teacher looked at the girl in front of him, a middle-aged man who had been teaching for more than half his life. With just a glance at the eyes of a student, he could see with what was happening exactly.

He saw Kenzo's shaken gaze and heard what the other students said. In an instant, he reached a conclusion in his mind.

"Hmph," he hissed and looked at Kenzo who lowered his head. In a cold voice, he said, "Does anyone else need your instructions for their experiment? Who do you think you are? Just because you got a good grade on a chemistry exam doesn't mean you can direct a Chemistry Class."

Raymond excelled in science, always reaching the top of the chemistry and physics class. The teachers considered his closed nature and cold attitude to be the reason behind his haughty nature, not realizing that he had a stuttering problem.

Now, after hearing these confessions, a sense of pity suddenly appeared within them for this academically gifted classmate.

Instead, they grew even more disgusted with the character of this student, Kenzo, who casually scorned others and showed a bad temper.

The teacher frowned and resolutely stated, "Since you have destroyed their experiments, after school, you will help them do it ladi, and in the meantime, since you have destroyed it, clean all laboratory tables and chairs properly and wipe any debris off the floor."