[Titanic] How could the male lead be an angel

How could the hero be an angel 07

——>> "Can't see Miss Rose tomorrow, tell her you're back?"

Rebecca's hesitation lets Carl know that his little pet is worried that what has happened will upset him, which creates the precondition for Rebecca to lie to him.After Becca told him, he would ask Alice again if it was what Becca said.

He doesn't like being deceived, be it good or bad, he just wants to know the truth of the matter.

"When Alice and I were going back from the park yesterday... I heard a noise in the grass..." Rebecca wanted to describe the scene as pitifully as possible, which deserved the sympathy of the capitalists, but it was a pity that expressing it in words was better than watching it directly. It was much poorer, and she couldn't express her sympathetic emotions: "That puppy has injuries all over his body, and one leg is also lame. I think it is very pitiful..."

"So you picked it up?"

"Yes..." Rebecca carefully observed Carl's expression. She didn't know if he liked small animals or not. If he didn't want to raise that puppy and thought it was a bother to throw it away, it would definitely die!

When it is about to die, when someone saves it, it has hope but then cruelly extinguishes it. The wound on its heart must be more serious than the wound on its body!

Carl couldn't understand Rebecca's feelings about that dog, it was just a dog, but thinking that Rebecca was picked up by him just like that puppy... He seemed to understand a little bit.

Is Becca judging others by himself?No, the dog.

"I want to go and see the stray dog ​​I picked up." Carl stood up and looked around. It was not in the living room: "Where is it?"

"I'll take you to see it!" Carl didn't firmly say that he didn't want to raise it, which made Rebecca feel a little relieved. She dragged the capitalist upstairs into the bedroom: "I even made a nest for him with Alice..."

The kennel that Rebecca made for the stray dogs she picked up was just a wooden product that looked a little different, and there was a cushion in it. Carl didn't understand why Rebecca had to do it by himself, so he took a step back and said , he has plenty of money, if he wants to give this dog a place to live, he just needs to buy a nest.

Holding Rebecca's wrist, he checked Rebecca's hands, and then lifted her cuffs to look at Rebecca's arm. It was fine and there was no wound.

Rebecca was a little puzzled by his actions: "...Carl?"

The capitalist said lightly: "I don't want any wounds to affect my sense of touch."

Rebecca: "..."

Seeing that the owner who saved him was held by a strange man, he thought it was Rebecca who had encountered an accident. Although one leg was injured, the puppy rushed towards Rebecca and Carl without hesitation, and He barked at Carl's trousers hem, as if yelling at him to let go of Rebecca.

Karl wanted to kick this annoying little thing away, but Rebecca squatted down before him, hugged the puppy in her arms, and said softly to the puppy: "Shh, stop barking Cute, he holds the power of life and death over you!"

When the puppy was hugged by Rebecca, it immediately fell silent and stopped barking, and it was unknown if it understood Rebecca's words.

"What's its name?"

"Not ready yet," Rebecca blinked a pair of shiny dark golden pupils and looked at Carl: "What do you think, Carl, what's your name?"

If the capitalist is willing to name this puppy, does it mean that he is willing to keep it?

Carl said, "It's called dislike."

Rebecca saw the childish side of capitalists for the first time, and couldn't help feeling a little funny.

"How can an owner name a pet Dislike?" What's the point of raising it if you don't like it: "Isn't it good to call it Lucky? Or Pinky."

Seeing Rebecca holding the dog's paw and waving at him, pretending to be a puppy to greet herself, but the puppy kept turning its head away from him, the capitalist made a final decision: "It's called 'hate'."

He doesn't like this dog, and it just so happens that this dog doesn't like him either. It's most appropriate to call it hateful, but Rebecca likes it, so let her keep it.

"Okay..." Rebecca patted the annoying dog's head helplessly: "I hate it, my father must give you this name, it's useless if my mother objects, but I hate it, my mother loves you, no matter what your name is..."

Carl was listening to Rebecca's annoying murmur, and the corners of his eyes twitched.

... What Beka said was so reasonable, he was speechless!

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Carl had been away for two months, and now that he was back, he had to tell his fiancée who was staying in the hotel to let her know.

Before going out, Carl told Rebecca that he would have dinner with Rose so that Rebecca would not have to wait for him to go to bed.Rebecca thought with her toes and knew that the soon-to-be engaged and then married couple would go for a walk after dinner, or watch a movie or something, and finally... Carl might not be back tonight.

Rebecca felt a little sad, she didn't want him to leave: "I can't see Miss Rose tomorrow and tell her you are back?"

His little pet was looking pitifully at him with big eyes expectantly and wrongedly at this time, Carl suddenly didn’t want to leave, he wanted to stay with Rebecca, but reason told him that Rose was more important than Rebecca: "Honey, when you wake up tomorrow morning, you will find me by your side."

Carl's words were all about this, and Rebecca couldn't keep him anymore: "Then... be careful on the road."

After kissing Rebecca and giving her a parting kiss, Carl put on his hat and coat and got into the car.

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After Cal Hockley left, Rebecca sat on the sofa staring at the door in a daze with disgust, until before dinner, Alice came to ask her to eat, and then sat on the sofa staring at the door blankly after eating.

"Rebecca, your eyes are about to shoot through the door," Alice walked out of the kitchen after finishing the tableware. Rebecca was still staring at the door blankly. She couldn't help walking in front of Rebecca. She shook her fingers: "Sir will definitely be with Miss Rose tonight."

"I know..." Rebecca sighed, "I just can't help it..."

Can't help wondering when Carl will come back, can't help wondering what Carl is doing with Rose, can't help wondering...whether he is thinking about her as well.

She was just Cal Hockley's little pet, and Rose was his fiancée. Rebecca knew exactly which of the two was more important, but she just couldn't help it.

How to do it?

"inued"