[Titanic] How could the male lead be an angel

How could the hero be an angel 08

——>> "I'm tired, Becca."

Rebecca sat on the sofa without feeling sleepy at all, and Alice was embarrassed to go to rest by herself first, so she took chess and came out to teach Rebecca how to play.Rebecca, who is not bad at learning, played against Alice for a few rounds after Alice gave her a detailed introduction to the rules and how to play.

Hate needs to recuperate, and rest is very important, Rebecca carried Hate back to the special kennel for it, and when she returned to the hall, Alice also fell on the sofa.Looking away, Rebecca looked at the clock, it was already 11:30.

Looks like Karl won't be coming back tonight...

Even though she knew this a long time ago, Rebecca still felt a terrible emptiness in her heart.But just when she was hesitating whether to wake up Alice and let her go back to her room to sleep, and then go back to her room to rest, the door opened from the outside.

Cal Hockley stood in the doorway, looking sullen.He seemed to be in a very bad mood, giving Rebecca a stormy atmosphere.

"Carl, why are you back?"

Rebecca was a little afraid of Carl like this, his dark eyes made her terrified, but the moment she saw him standing at the door, Rebecca was still very happy that he came back after all, this emotion overcame Rebecca Awed by Cal Hockley at this moment, she walked over to him.

"Don't you welcome me back like Rose?" Carl looked down at Rebecca standing in front of him, displeasure floated in his brown eyes.

"No! I welcome you back!" Rebecca hurriedly shook her head in defense: "Actually, Carl, I am very surprised that you can come back. I thought you would stay tonight..."

"Don't mention her!" Carl almost yelled to make Rebecca stop what she wanted to say next: "I don't want to hear her name now!"

Alice was frightened by the capitalist's roar and rolled off the sofa. She stood up in a panic: "Sir?"

She didn't know why Carl would come back tonight. Logically speaking, he should be spending time with Miss Rose in the hotel now, but he is standing at the door of his house with an angry face like a balloon on the verge of exploding. What made him so angry? Annoyed?

As a maid, it was inconvenient for Alice to ask about Carl's affairs, so she stood there tremblingly, waiting for what Carl said or Rebecca said.

Karl didn't speak, the atmosphere was as rigid as ice in the North Pole. Standing beside Karl, Rebecca could clearly feel the cold air emanating from his body.

Did he not allow her to mention Rose because of a quarrel with Rose?What did the big beauty do to make Carl so angry?

If Karl doesn't say anything, Rebecca won't know the reason. It's not a solution for the three of them to stand like this. Rebecca turned around and waved to Alice, telling her to leave first, and then turned back to Karl. She raised her smiling face: "Are you tired? I'll put the bath water for you. You'll feel much better after taking a hot bath."

The capitalist didn’t say yes or no, so Rebecca acted as Carl’s acquiesce, went to the bathroom to fill him with bath water, pushed him in, and helped him take off his clothes. Carl still had a stinky face: “Pants Woolen cloth?"

Rebecca: "..."

Seeing the capitalist's gloomy face, Rebecca struggled for a while, but compromised.

Half a minute later, Cal Hockley, who was stripped naked by Rebecca, walked into the bathtub and sat down, put his hands on the wall of the bathtub and closed his eyes, enjoying the temperature that made him feel comfortable.

Rebecca saw that she had nothing to do and was about to go out, but Karl stopped her after taking two steps: "Come back."

"?"

"Wipe my back."

"..." It seems that today she is going to serve her to the end...

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Rebecca took out a towel from the cabinet, wet it and wrung it dry, then rolled up her sleeves and knelt by the bathtub to wipe the capitalist's back.

The quiet and warm environment can make people calm, and the irritability in Carl's heart has gradually dropped below the water level. Now he wants to find someone to have a good chat with.

The feeling that he couldn't conquer Rose bored him, and he couldn't tell anyone about his intense frustration in Rose's presence.

He is a man, and he is also a wealthy and talented nobleman. He can't let his fiancée give up on him.

The patience and tolerance for such a long time not only did not make Rose accept him, but on the contrary became even more unruly and self-willed, he was so angry that he almost wanted to strangle her!

"I'm tired, Becca."

No one could hear him say that, not the servants, not the father and mother, and obviously his little pet, Becca, would not be a suitable audience, but no one would listen to him now except Becca.No one can.

"I took a fancy to a horse, and the jockey told me that it had a strong temper, and most people couldn't handle it, but I still bought it. I thought that if I treated it well, it would repay me with the same attitude, But every time I try to ride it on the grass, it just throws me off and hurts me all over..."

During the process of rubbing Carl's back, Rebecca heard Carl speak. A person with his social status and identity would never tell anyone about his frustration in relationships. His self-esteem would not allow it, but he still Said it to her, albeit in a different way.Is he expressing his trust in her?

At this time, Rebecca felt that it was inappropriate for her to say anything. She was an outsider, so she just listened quietly, then stretched her arms around Carl's neck from behind, and hugged him.

"Want to give me silent strength?" The capitalist snorted disdainfully, grabbed Rebecca's arm and dragged her directly into the bathtub: "I don't need that kind of thing."

Rebecca was dragged vigorously by Karl and turned over. Her head was buried in the water and she choked several times. She subconsciously grabbed something, but she seemed to be holding something she shouldn't be holding, and finally surfaced. On the surface of the water, before coughing out the water in the throat, the lips were blocked, accompanied by a kiss that was pressed down on the head and face, and at the same time his deep voice sounded in the ear:

"I can buy another docile horse that suits my heart."

"inued"