[Titanic] True Love Is Eternal

I found myself in the most desperate situation, knowing that in a few days this damn wreck was going to hit the iceberg by itself, and I was still on board.Then a hideous, stupid capitalist ran out and threatened me that if I leaked the plans that they were going to implement but stopped in the end, they would find a way to make me disappear before the ship sank.

That is to say, I ran out to save myself and strangled Andrew's neck, telling him that your ship will sink, then Boss Ismay, who heard the news, would never laugh me off as a swindler. They will regard me as a vermin who knows their secrets, and completely destroy me.

By the way, the name on the ticket is not mine, so no one will hold me accountable if I die.Pursue what?I fell into the early twentieth century alone, could it be possible that my relatives and friends could still go to the bankrupt White Star Company 100 years later and say that they murdered me?

And the idiot who told me these things threatened me with a "gentle" face, telling me not to be "afraid". This guy is in the same group as the White Star Company, so now he is planning to tie me up to prevent me from spreading the news.

Does it make a difference for me to be tied up in the first class or handcuffed in the crew cabin?It's all about drowning.

After Carl showed off his bravery, he couldn't find anything to say for a while. When he bent over, he was too close to me. I was so close that I could see the inconspicuous traces in the corners of his eyes, as well as the habitual Clipping majestic lines.

My hands were tied until they were a little numb, and I couldn't help struggling again.His nose was filled with the smell of tobacco and alcohol. Although I have no allergic reaction to these smells, this strong sense of intrusion made me very uncomfortable.I turned my head away, frowning and trying to figure out what to do next.

Spreading the news has become a very dangerous job, so this way is no longer feasible.Could it be that we can only watch the Titanic crash into the iceberg, and then find a chance to get on the lifeboat by ourselves.It sounds really cold-blooded when you know 1000+ people are going to die and you do nothing but wait for a lifeboat to take a spot.

Those who get off the boat can barely sigh, but when you are on the boat, this sense of fear and guilt will continue to oppress your nerves at an increasing speed of the nth power.

I don't want to be a savior at all, because the only effective way I can think of now is to hold Ismay hostage.And on the night of NO.14, put a knife on his neck and let him order the captain to stop the ship.Otherwise, in order to get the attention of the press, the Titanic will only continue to accelerate, trying to bring the ship arriving in New York Harbor next Wednesday to Tuesday night earlier, so as to gain the advertising effect of the news headlines.

Of course, this method will keep me in prison for the rest of my life.My courage is not enough to support me to make such a great decision.

I stared sideways at the wall on the other side of the bed in a daze. The diamond-shaped lattice pattern covered the entire wall of the room. Under the light, the color of this pattern was covered with a layer of tulle-like beauty.Looking at this pattern for a long time made me want to sleep. I lowered my eyelids and silently crossed a lot of plans. First, I want to untie the rope in my hand and walk out of this upper-class cabin, and then think about the rest. matter.

A very faint trembling sound came from my ear, and I couldn't find where this trembling sound came from for a while, it seemed that your warm pulse rhythm coincided with someone in a certain number of seconds.This sound was so strange that I opened my eyes vigilantly, then turned my head, and accidentally bumped into a pair of passionate eyes. The translucent amber color was more suffocating than the glow before the night.His eyelashes are so close that they brush over my lids.He seemed to have held his breath for a long time without my noticing, and his face was infinitely close to mine.

My turning around seemed to frighten him, and he couldn't hold his breath all of a sudden, and his heavy breath blew on my face, with a strong smell of alcohol intertwined with my breath.

The emotion in a person's eyes is not a secret that is difficult to analyze for me. I like to imitate emotions, and I am also good at discovering other people's emotions.But now I see the scorching enthusiasm and unstable surprise in these straightforward eyes, and he is afraid and longing at the same time.

The problem is that I see this emotion, but I can't imagine how it came from.Maybe he was going to kill people to silence him, that's why he looked so nervous and scared, but what's the matter with excitement?Could it be that he... is a perverted murderer?

Because we were so close, I finally found out where the pulsation came from, it was his heartbeat.

His heart beat, his chest quivered, and the vibrations spread to me.

My head is about to sink into the soft pillow, and he can still stick so close, I can't wait for the posture of two people merging into one.

This posture is too weird, and it's not a pas de deux. I'm not used to being so close to a stranger in normal times.Moving my lips, I reluctantly opened my mouth to tell him to get away, even if I wanted to strangle me, this posture was not good.

He blinked, then closed them abruptly.

I froze for a moment, not understanding what he was fuming about.In the next second, the lips that had just opened felt a squishy warmth, and the smell of wine rushed in like a burning fire, so crazy that it seemed that even the soul was about to be invaded.

This is a very heavy kiss, so heavy that it will drag the kissed person down hard.

I was terrified, I don't know why.

Before I could figure out what the rhythm was, the kiss left in a hurry.Cal Hockley looked like a defeated man who had been stabbed several times. He stood up in a hurry with his hands on his hands, with a strange and inexplicable expression on his face, as if the kiss was not from his will, but was manipulated so that he panicked.

The self-confidence when talking about business conspiracies just now was completely shattered by the immature expression now.

Makes it look like I raped|raped him instead of him sexually harassing me.

I stared at him for a long time, Carl touched his lower lip with his hand, and soon he regained his composure. He was about to put his hand in his trouser pocket, and he touched the pocket three times before he found the right position. Standing beside the bed with his chin up, he squinted at me, then quickly drifted to another place to look at the pattern.

I,……

Just now, it seems that I was kissed by someone?

Looking at the door uncertainly, I saw the old poodle staring at us silently with an unbelievably deep gaze.Then he opened his eyes sideways, looked out the door, took a few steps back, and stepped back in, closing the door gently.

Carl's raised jaw hadn't had time to return to normal, as if the headlights above were attractive.He was stunned for a moment, only to find that Lovejoy closed the door and looked at him suspiciously.

The old poodle whispered calmly: "Miss is back, she is going to the dinner party."

Miss?Carl's brain didn't know which parallel universe he drifted into. He looked blank, and soon this stupid blankness faded away.He glanced at me lying on the bed, some struggling hesitation flashed across his face, and then he showed a not-so-successful smile with drooping eyes, and he said to himself: "It was an accident just now, yes, an accident, I don't feel anything." He walked out as he spoke, and told Lovejoy without looking back, "I'll go with her, you stay here and watch...watch Emily."

Putting his hand on the doorknob, just as he opened a gap, the old poodle finally couldn't help reminding him: "Sir, please change your clothes."

Karl froze for a moment, facing the door, and didn't know what his expression was.Then he slammed the door shut and came back again, dressed in tattered clothes and hair messed up like a straw nest.He gave his servant a terrible smile, and said kindly and gently: "Yes, change clothes."

Then he jerked off his vest and unbuttoned shirt, and Lovejoy immediately went over to help him get a new tuxedo.

Both of them didn't think I was a woman, and they put on clothes and took clothes in front of me in a tacit understanding.I can just see Carl's back muscles when his back is turned to me, and the lines of his upper body are beautiful without the fat.He said in a tight tone, "I don't like this bow tie." He put on a white shirt and started to pick it up before it was buttoned up.

Lovejoy quickly replaced him with a white tie, then bent down to help him fasten the cuffs of his shirt with cuff buttons.After finishing, he picked up the black tuxedo coat hanging on the hanger, went back behind Carl, and helped him put on the coat.When he was doing his hair, Carl was so annoyed with his chicken coop that he wanted to brush all his hair back as hard as cement.

Finally, he tore off the waistcoat inside his coat, and he returned from the messy image to the glamor of a gentleman.He finally turned back to face me.Meticulously short hair combed back, revealing a clean forehead, and his eyes that are always drooping.He touched the ring on his little finger and looked at me expressionlessly, all the passionate emotions in his eyes were completely cleaned up.

"I'll go out for a while, and I'll be back soon." He touched the tie under his neck and said to me casually.

No matter how I heard this tone, it sounded strange, similar to the man whose wife told him where he was going.

"By the way, let her eat something." Carl remembered that when he came out, he turned his head and said to Lovejoy, and then opened the door and went out. When the door closed, it seemed that someone came outside, and he was embarrassed. The laughter came indistinctly.

If you listen carefully, you can still hear his voice.

"What's wrong with you?" It was a female voice that was barely audible.

"No...no. Let's go, we're going to be late." Carl tried his best to perfunctory people with a calm attitude, but he felt a guilty sense of uncertainty.

"I heard that your ex-lover came to meet you on the boat?" The voice was very steady, and even this question was much calmer than Carl's.

"Ex-lover? Ha, how is that possible?" Carl said with a loud laugh mockingly. Just by hearing the voice, he could imagine his appearance of not pleading guilty, but concealing it very poorly. "Don't listen to those women's gossip, it won't do you any good."

"At noon, I saw you hugging a woman..." The woman's voice was very low, so indifferent that it was almost impossible to hear the clear sound quality.

"It was an accident. When I saw someone jumping into the sea, I went over to help. It is a gentleman's instinct to protect a woman." Carl said shamelessly.

I... being a protected woman feels a lot of pressure.

"Is there someone else in your room?" She suddenly asked seriously outside the door.

Carl's voice disappeared for a moment, and then his firm voice came, "No, there is no one in my room."

I was silent with the old poodle, we are not human.

Then there is endless silence outside the door, and then it is quiet.It seems that the two people outside are confronting something.

The old poodle quickly smelled the unusual smell. He pulled up the quilt on the ground, stretched out his hand and knocked the vase down, and the water soaked the carpet.Then he went directly to the bed and said to me indifferently: "I hope you know who I am." After speaking, I covered my body with the quilt, covering my head and face.

Could it be that the old poodle is planning to blind me to death, so as to solve hidden dangers for his family's unlucky ghosts.

Lovejoy walked to the door, opened the door, and said to the people outside: "Miss, Mr. Hockley accidentally knocked over the table just now, and the room is full of water damage. I am waiting for the maid to come and clean it up. You may mess up when you come in." Wet skirts, I think you're late for dinner."

"Yes, don't keep the Countess waiting, let's go." Carl said hastily, and the footsteps gradually faded away.

I suddenly felt that this pair of master and servant was really a match made in heaven.One who causes trouble and the other who solves trouble fit seamlessly.

The old poodle re-entered the room and lifted the quilt covering me.I looked at him speechlessly, and he also looked at me speechlessly. We both looked at each other for a while, as if we didn't know what lines to say in such an embarrassing scene.

"What if she had to come in just now?" I probably knew who was outside, and I couldn't think of anyone except Goddess Ruth.

The old poodle stiffened with a zombie face, thought for a few seconds, and then answered solemnly: "If Mr. Hockley doesn't mind, I will say you are my ex-lover."

I... have no special attachment to a man who can be my grandfather.

In order to get rid of such an embarrassing question immediately, I blurted out and asked: "Your employer likes to kiss women a lot?"

The old poodle seemed to be choking on the problem of the century. He bent over to pick up the vase, turned his back to me and continued to maintain his indifferent tone. "He's never been very interested in women's lips..." After that, there was a strange silence, and when I thought he had finished, he mumbled another sentence.

"only you."