[Titanic] How could the male lead be an angel

How could the hero be an angel 41

——>> "Is his brain damaged by water?"

"What did you do to her?" Carl stood in front of Rufu with a height of nearly 1.9 meters, almost blocking all the light.

"I just wanted to have a private chat with Miss Gilbert..."

The aisle of the first-class cabin is very spacious and can accommodate three people walking side by side at the same time. Mrs. Bucket wanted to spare Carl and go forward, but he grabbed her arm.Carl's force was so great that Ruf screamed. At the end of the corridor, a crew member in the uniform of the White Star Company passed by and glanced at them. Rufu forced a smile and told the other party that she was fine.

To be caught by her son-in-law asking what she did to his mistress?How decent!

"Talk?" Carl raised his eyebrows, obviously not believing Rufu's words: "What are you talking about with Becca? Tell me the truth!"

This old woman is so impatient, she came to find fault with Becca early this morning, damn it!He should have gone back last night and warned her to keep her own life and not meddle in his business!

What did she do to Becca?What would she do to Becca?He couldn't figure it out, as long as he thought that Becca would cry, his heart would be in a mess.

"Carl! Look what you're doing now! Let go of me!" He was about to dislocate her, waves of pain sent to the cerebral cortex made Mrs. Bucket glaring at Carl, and Ruf wanted to The maintained lady image was broken again and again this morning: "Don't forget that Rose is your fiancée! Your future wife! That woman is just your mistress!"

A mistress is nothing more than a plaything to a man, but Cal Hockley actually treats her like this because of a mistress?Has his brain been flooded? !

"When will it be your turn to take care of my business?" His brown eyes burst out with a cold and bone-piercing light, like a boa constrictor, binding her with his body, tightening it bit by bit, letting her Chest tightness to the point of suffocation: "Remind me that Rose is my fiancée, why not remind your precious daughter well, so that she doesn't fuck with that poor third-class ghost!"

She came to Gilbert's place after breakfast early in the morning. She didn't know what happened between Carl and Rose. After hearing what Carl said, Ruth was sure that Rose had made Carl angry again.

That third-class Jack Dawson was indeed a dangerous man. He was to Rose what Gilbert was to Carl.

There is an emergency on Carl's side, and the situation on Rose's side has never been interrupted. It's really one head and two big!

The Bookett family relied on the huge assets of the Hockley family to save their lives, so they were already inferior to him, and Rose's actions made her, a mother, even less able to win the chance to let their mother and daughter stand up in front of Karl: " I...I didn't say anything to Miss Gilbert...I just asked her to choose a better one among the existing conditions..."

"Better?" Rufu's words made Karl think about it carefully, and it didn't take long for him to figure it out. Rufu must have mentioned Hamilton to Becca, the Hamilton who made him furious at Becca, this The old woman actually wanted Becca to go with Hamilton, and he would never allow this kind of thing: "You think Lawrence Hamilton is better than me, so go climb the high branch of the Hamilton family and let Rose marry him .Oh, yes, this is wonderful! I will definitely come to Miss Buckett and Mr. Hamilton's wedding!"

Carl suddenly let go of Ruf, he broke away from the irritable state just now and became calm, Rufu was not sure if what Carl said was true, did he really want to break off the engagement with Rose?But what about the five hundred invitations that were sent out?The Bucketts and the Hockleys would be the laughing stock of all high society.

Today's society is much more tolerant of men than women. It is easy for Karl to remarry. His family's steel industry is enough for famous ladies to succeed. But Rose will remarry after her divorce... There must be no better one. Besides, besides their reputation, the Bookett family is an empty shell, and they are also burdened with huge debts...

"I'll talk to Rose about this issue..." Rufu could only make a concession: "Miss Gilbert... I won't... get in touch again..."

It was a bit difficult for her to speak the second half of the sentence, but she still uttered the complete sentence.

"Very good," Carl lowered his head, his dim eyes covered in the shadow of eyelashes: "If you let me know what you did or said to Becca again, don't blame me for letting you and Rose eat all of me. Spit it all out!"

After speaking, he strode forward.

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When Carl walks in, Rebecca is on the couch playing with the ball of wool with Hate, and I don’t know where the red ball of hair was found, wait, dogs like to play with balls of wool too?

"Becca, are you full?" Carl glanced at the dinner plate on the low table. He drank all the orange juice in the glass and only took a bite of the omelette.

Rebecca raised her head and watched Carl sit down opposite her: "I'm full."

She has no appetite today.

Carl picked up Rebecca's leftover egg roll and ate it. He didn't think there was anything wrong with it. Rebecca was blushed by the capitalist's actions. Why didn't he ask Alice to bring in another one?

"Baby, let me hate myself for a while, I have something to tell you," Carl sat upright after eating, "Did Rufu come to see you?"

Rebecca flicked the ball of yarn to the nasty face, turned around and said to Carl: "She said that my existence has had an immeasurable impact on the relationship between you and Miss Rose, and advised me to find a better home."

What Becca said was similar to what Rufu said. It seems that Rufu didn't lie to him, and she didn't say anything unnecessary to Beka: "Then how did you answer her?"

Seeing Lufu's ugly face when he left Becca's room, he knew that Becca must not have met her expectations, and he might even have slapped her back. He wanted to know what his little woman said to Lufu.

"I said I love you."

Rebecca looked serious, saying this sentence solemnly made Carl's expression blank for a few seconds.

His stern expression softened, then he stood up and walked in front of Rebecca, leaned down, put his arms on the sofa behind her, kissed her once, kissed her again, and kissed her twice. Not enough, he kissed her again.

As if that wasn't enough.

Carl simply didn't leave her lips when he kissed her again.

If only his little lamb had a better background...

Even if you are not a famous nobleman, just a nouveau riche...

Then he can marry her.

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I hate pushing fur balls, and yelling "Wow, woof, woof" on the sofa to show my dissatisfaction with the two people who are kissing passionately. Every time I have a good time with the hostess, I am blocked by this man .

After being kissed by Carl for a long time, Rebecca's breathing became unsteady. If it wasn't for her annoying screaming beside her...the two of them still couldn't stop. According to the capitalist's lung capacity, it is estimated that they would kiss forever.

"I love you too, Becca."

Looking at Rebecca whose cheeks were covered with two red clouds, Carl approached her and kissed the corner of Rebecca's lips, licking off the silver thread on her lips.

Rebecca's face flushed even more with this *movement, and... this was the first time Carl had said he loved her.

The capitalist has always used the word 'like' for her, saying 'I like you Becca' and now... he's using the word 'love'.

Does Carl really love her?Or was it just a polite response to her words?

Looking at Rebecca's cloudy amber eyes, Carl patted her on the head. He was so smart, how could he not know what Rebecca was thinking: "I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you..."

Carl said I love you several times in a row. At first Rebecca wanted to count, but then the capitalist's speech became faster and faster, so many Rebeccas couldn't be counted, so he stopped counting.

The capitalist kissed Rebecca's forehead, and his tone was pious and sincere: "I swear by my soul, God bears witness, if I lie to you, let me go bankrupt."

He was born with a golden spoon in his mouth, and the road he has walked since he was a child was paved with money. Letting Carl go bankrupt is tantamount to letting him die. Rebecca was surprised and horrified by this vow, and she hurriedly used it. Covering his mouth with his hand: "I, I know...you, you don't...you don't need to say that..."

Carl pulled Rebecca's hand and looked at her with tenderness in his eyes: "Little fool."

Vows are mostly men's sweet words, used to coax women to say good things, no one knows whether the poisonous oath will really come true, but if the spirit of words really exists, he is not afraid.

I love you.

He loved her, as he had said to Rebecca, and it was true.

"Wow! Wow, woof, woof, woof!" Looking at the two people who were interrupted by themselves, and finally began to love love affectionately again, they hated to push the ball of wool to Rebecca's thigh with their noses, and bit her skirt with their teeth to attract her attention.

Carl looked at the two fluffy balls, and really wanted to slap the hate on the wall, but he couldn't get it off. This male dog's ability to distinguish between appearance and color is really top-notch!It's on purpose!

Rebecca's center of gravity shifted immediately after being quarreled by hate. She took a ball of yarn and pulled out a piece of yarn, dropped it in front of hate, and circled around in front of hate, signaling hate to waving its dog's paw to hook: "come~"

The capitalist's gloomy face.

"Wow!" Hate pouted at Carl, barking arrogantly, as if to say, 'Look, I'm more favored in front of this woman'.

The melancholy face of the capitalist became even more melancholy.

This nasty dog! ! !

"inued"