[Titanic] True Love Is Eternal

I felt so unwell, the bones in my body seemed to be splintering, it made me short of breath and my muscles twitched.This feeling was even more unbearable than when my right foot was put on a prosthesis in a car accident. I tried to wake up, but the heavy eyelids made this simple thing extremely difficult.

I tried to figure out what was happening to me, but my mind was empty, and for the first time I felt so helpless.

"She should rest. Excessive running won't do her any good."

I vaguely heard someone talking next to me, followed by Cal Hockley's voice. He said displeasedly: "This thing will not have any aftereffects, she looks very uncomfortable."

"It's just a dose to calm down an emotionally agitated patient. It won't do any harm to this lady if you don't use it in large quantities. But she needs to take care of her body. After getting off the ship, the family doctor can keep an eye on her condition." Sounds like a doctor The man's voice became farther and farther away, "I still have inspection tasks on the ship. If you need a doctor, you can ask the servant to come to the infirmary to speak."

Carl muttered dissatisfiedly, "She is not in good health. She looks healthy enough to overturn the Titanic. Lovejoy, you go and ask the purser to tell the kitchen that some food that patients can eat is needed here."

Their voices gradually faded away, I barely moved my fingers, and the sequelae of exhaustion all day yesterday came out to mess around.I now feel like I've been run over by a crane, my bones are all sore from being put back together.

I struggled to open my eyes and looked up with a headache. The white round ceiling light was not turned on, and the finely crafted ceiling was carved with beautiful arrayed patterns.I put my hands on my neck, and turned my head sourly to look to the side. What I saw was a set of red leather chairs and sofas, and a hexagonal desk lamp on a square table. There is a hazy yellow light below.

There was also a Georgian chair next to the curtain, and the seat with a comfortable cushion was facing the bed. It looked like someone had been sitting by the bed for a long time and had just got up and left.

I couldn't figure out where this place was for a while, and stared at the desk lamp in a daze. There were some documents under the lamp, and there was a short glass filled with white wine next to it.

Slowly, I lost strength in the hand rubbing my neck, and my brain finally returned to its usual speed.

I probably...should...not be on the Titanic!

The memory cuts off just before the jump, and I remember that hapless idiot Cal Hockley dragging me off the railing.

Sitting up from the bed, the soft, fine quilt slid over my belly and I found myself in a white pajamas.The loose cuffs are embroidered with a few cute little flowers, and the collar is tied with a thin ribbon of butterflies.This pajamas are too loose for me.I threw off the quilt and jumped off the bed in a hurry, stepped on the carpet and walked towards the open door.

The boat stops in Queenstown from 12:30 to [-]pm and I have to disembark by [-]pm.Before I could push away the bedside chair that was in the way, there were quick footsteps outside the door.Carl walked to the door, wearing a white vest, a dark tie and a collared shirt under the vest, with a lit cigarette in his finger, with his head bowed heavily.

It looked like someone had just died.

I grabbed the back of the chair, he stood at the door, looked up and saw me staring at him expressionlessly.

Almost an instinctive reaction, Carl rushed in without thinking, then slammed the door behind him, leaning against the door panel and watching me vigilantly.

This reaction was no different from that of the animal dean Guan Heixiong.

He soon realized that his actions were too weird, and he moved his lips uncomfortably. The corners of his mouth were a little red and swollen, as if some medicine had been applied on it, and he looked a little embarrassed.Then he stood up straight with his body leaning against the door, and asked me cautiously, "Do you want to eat?"

Do you want to eat...?

I looked at him inexplicably, did I lose my memory before falling asleep?Doesn't this guy want to push me into the water and drown?Why when I woke up, the first sentence he asked was not "how much did you steal" but "do you want to eat?"

"What time is it?" I saw that he had no good face at all. If it weren't for this unlucky guy, I would have swum ashore a long time ago. If I read correctly, I should be in the upper-class suite of the Titanic now.All the decorations here are exactly the same as the first-class cabin style. If you leave out those ingenious art decorations, everything you see is actually money.

Carl seemed to be taking a puff of cigarette uncomfortably, and his movements were a bit slow. He didn't answer my question immediately, but pointed to the comfortable bed behind me, and said in a flat tone: "The doctor recommends that you Rest, he said that you are malnourished, of course, you have not eaten any good food at all, you are so thin, huh." He finally finished speaking, and he gave a very unbeatable snort, and after laughing, he took another puff of cigarette, This time the movement was much faster, but the movement was very stiff and looked particularly uncoordinated.

I really don't understand what kind of wind he is smoking, and I don't bother to ask him why I appear here, and I don't care who helped me change into a female pajamas that didn't fit at all.What I was worried about was what time it was now, and when I glanced at it, I saw the buttonhole pocket watch in Karl's vest pocket, with the watch chain hanging outside and decorated with rubies.

Karl seemed a little nervous, and he didn't know what he was nervous about, and then he was very speechless, "I asked the servant to prepare something for you to eat, you go to sleep again, the doctor said that you will have a headache just after waking up."

Not only do I have a headache when I see you, but my heart, liver, lungs, stomach and intestines are also aching.This weird attitude made me wonder if Cal Hockley was transmigrated last night, or was it because I saved his life that he had a conscience to treat his savior better?

"What time is it?" I left the chair and walked steadily towards the door, getting closer and closer to him.

"You can rest on the bed, Emily." Carl was indifferent, with a cigarette in his hand, and when he saw me walking by, his drooping eyes looked around, as if I was a Medusa with a basilisk head. It's like petrification.

Does this guy not understand human language?I rushed directly in front of him and pulled out the pocket watch from his vest pocket as soon as I grabbed it.Startled, the cigarette in his hand dropped to the carpet.I have already opened the watch box by the chain of the pocket watch, and the number on it makes me breathless. It is 37:[-], and I hold on to the pocket watch tightly, and the ruby ​​on it shakes, which makes people upset.

If the Titanic left Queenstown at two o'clock, then at six o'clock in the afternoon, let alone swimming ashore, even if you gave me a lifeboat, I would not be able to row across the Atlantic to see the land.

It was a joke. I pushed Carl away hard, and I reached out to open the door. There are no windows here. I have to go out and make sure.As soon as the door was pulled open by me, a huge force suddenly appeared above the door panel, and the door that I pulled halfway was pressed back heavily.I tried to compete with this force, and I tried harder to open the door. An angry voice came from above my head, "Stop it, go to bed and rest."

Are you my dad?This tone is simply that the king is ordering the slaves.

I grabbed the handle of the door with both hands and pushed back hard.The strength on the door suddenly loosened, and I couldn't react for a while and fell backwards. The back of my head hit the chest of the person standing behind me heavily.Carl took a step back from the unexpected heavy blow and coughed a few times.

I left him immediately, he still had the smell of cigarettes and the smell of wine left behind, blending into a sleepy luxury.Walking forward without hesitation, the reception room was outside, and I saw that the petal-shaped lamps were on, but none of the lamps installed on the wall between white and dark green were on.This is the most luxurious B-floor suite on Carl's ship. I walked through it yesterday, but I didn't pay attention to the decorations of these small objects.

I knew that just by stepping out of the drawing room I could see the private deck of the living room and see the view outside of the Titanic.I forced myself not to think about the worst possible outcome, and I hoped that the guy's pocket watch broke, so I saw the time in the morning, and now, the ship is still in Queenstown, and the passengers have not yet boarded. .

Before I could run to the living room, there was a frightening shattering sound from behind, like someone violently smashing a wine glass against the wall.I can't even turn my head, even if there are 1 crazy psychos behind me now, it doesn't mean anything to me.

I propped up a table with soft hands and hands, and used the support to speed up and move forward again.After finally seeing the living room, I was about to avoid the chairs here and walk up when I heard hurried footsteps behind me.This speed was so fast that people didn't even have time to look back, I felt my waist tighten, and my whole body was suspended in the air, and then a hand appeared on my knee, and within a second, my whole body was hugged horizontally.

Reflexively, I grabbed the clothes on his chest, and I immediately tore off a button of his vest.

Carl hugged me heavily in his arms, and walked quickly to the bedroom just now without giving me any chance to struggle.

"Let go." I grabbed his shirt with a black face, and another button popped out of his vest.

"Shut up." Carl said fiercely, his eyebrows were lowered, which made him look even more furious and crazy.He rushed into the bedroom, threw me on the bed forcefully, then put his hands on my shoulders, and pressed me vigorously into the quilt.He said to me unceremoniously: "If you run again, I will break your legs. You are not in good condition, you are like a lion."

When he was talking, he was too close to me, causing his breath to blow on my face. I reached out and pressed his face heavily. Although I don't have a cleansing habit, my body will automatically respond to discomfort when someone is so close to you.

"You don't want to do any more tricks. Now that the ship has sailed, it won't stop until it reaches New York?" He grabbed my hand and pressed it on the bed.

I tried my best to pull my hand back, bent my feet and tried to touch the opponent's chest, and kicked him away.He immediately sensed my movements, and quickly pressed his whole body towards me, hugging me tightly, we rolled into a ball on the bed, and the quilt was squeezed down.

"Go away, I want to get off the boat." I was going to be so mad at this bastard, if it was just because of a watch, I would try my best to earn one and send it back to him immediately after I got off the boat.If I still don't feel relieved, I will lie down and let him kick me a few times, and then I will go to the restaurant to get an apology sign and write all the crimes I have framed him on it, so as to clear the name of this miser and ask him to let me go quickly.

I regret it very much now, regretting how I encountered such a debilitating neuropathy.

"I said, the boat has already sailed, and you lie down for me now." Carl's excessive movements involved the wound on the corner of his mouth. After a few hisses, he became even angrier, and he grabbed me more forcefully.

"Get off of me first." Because I struggled so violently, the butterfly rope on the collar of my pajamas came loose, exposing a large piece of skin under my neck.

"Lie down, don't even think about jumping up and down." Carl's hair, which was combed back meticulously, was messed up, his vest fell apart, his pocket watch fell under the bed, and his shirt was wrinkled and wrinkled. Into the eye.

I suddenly took a deep breath, as if I had suffered a serious injury, with a pitiful expression on my face, and a weak and gentle voice, "Carl, you scratched me."

Karl's ferocious face immediately froze, he looked at me with messy breathing, his hands trembled slightly, not knowing whether to grab or let go.

"Let me go." I pleaded even more sadly.

His eyes were suspicious and confused, he bit his lip habitually, and finally touched the wound at the corner of his mouth, he let go of the hand that imprisoned me in shock.I tried to sit up almost at the same time, trying to push him down by the way, and the pitiful look on my face disappeared completely.

As a result, the hand he let go pressed down even harder at the first moment, pressing my whole body into the pillow again, and he sneered and said loudly triumphantly: "I knew it, you bloody liar, don't try to confuse me. "

"You idiot, believe it or not, I'll kill you." I lashed out and bit him with my teeth. He was nimble, and I only bit his shirt, which was immediately ripped apart by the force of my teeth.

"Are you an animal? You poor man who hooks up with people everywhere." Carl was completely irritated by me. He pinched my mouth with one hand and grabbed my wrist with the other hand. I immediately used the remaining The lower hand went to grab his chin.

"You fucking let me go, I'm going to get off the boat."

"Don't swear, get rid of your unbearable bad habits from now on."

"Try touching me again."

"Give me peace, don't force me to put you in a cage."

"Let go." I almost screamed.

His clothes were messy and entangled with my hands and feet. There was a gap between the strength of men and women, which made it impossible for me to struggle.

The bed was so miserable that even the pillows were thrown under it.

Just as we were choking each other like a war scene, the door opened suddenly, and it was Lovejoy in a suit.

Carl and I froze at the same time, and our movements were still in the fighting posture just now.

The old poodle's face seemed to twitch, and he stood stiffly outside the door, not knowing whether to come in or close the door.

Karl was panting with flushed cheeks from the strenuous exercise, and he looked at his servant inexplicably.

I tilted my head and stared at him panting.

Old Poodle,...

Then he said awkwardly, "I knocked on the door just now."

Carl and I,...

Then he slowly took a step back, and then gently, gently slammed the door shut again.

It looked like he had misunderstood something.

I looked at Cal Hockley viciously, and he turned his head and continued to stare at me with the same expression.

They stared at each other for three seconds, and even the air was about to be ignited by this explosive atmosphere.The door opened again, and it was Lovejoy, who bowed his head and said, "It's almost seven o'clock, Mr. Hockley, where are you going to have dinner?"

We both wanted to chew up each other and swallow it into our stomachs for dinner.

The old poodle seemed to see something in this terrifying confrontation, he understood, and then closed the door again.

Carl suddenly called out, "Lovejoy."

The door opened at once, and the old servant dutifully appeared.

Carl turned his head and ordered, "Find me a rope."

The old poodle looked paralyzed at his employer, then at me.Carl noticed his gaze sensitively, and immediately pulled my loose pajamas to the neck, and said angrily, "Go, find a stronger one."

The old poodle continued to be paralyzed, and finally he managed to tear off the corners of his stiff mouth, and replied in a low voice: "Okay." Then the old servant turned around and left with some irregular footsteps, as if fleeing.

I always feel that he misunderstood something.

Then Carl continued to threaten me, saying, "Be quiet, or I'll tie you up and throw you into the sea."

Without even thinking about it, I raised my hand and scratched his face with a paw. "Get out of here, you idiot."