[Titanic] True Love Is Eternal

Carl got up from the carpet, bent over and climbed to the table where the lamp was placed, and sat down with his hands on the red leather chair.His movements were so slow that my teeth ached. I actually thought he could go to the infirmary and ask a doctor to have a look. My actions just now were merciless.

But even if he grinned his teeth in pain, he could still purse his lips immediately, smoothing out the trace of pain at the corner of his mouth.

He opened the bottle of wine with trembling fingers, without even using the cup, and took two gulps with frowning.He was very familiar with smoking and drinking, and never thought there was anything wrong with this habit.

His living habits are so bad, he looks like a ghost with a short life.

I tried to move my hands, and the old poodle was really not polite when he tied the knot for me. He tied it very firmly. Maybe it doesn't matter to the old poodle that I was tied up.

Then Karl seemed to come back slowly. He held the wine bottle and glanced at me cautiously, but said nothing.Maybe it was because the appearance just now was too embarrassing, but he finally came to his senses and realized that he was embarrassed.

My endurance is considered strong, and I can keep silent even when my bones are broken, but it is the first time that my blood circulation is stagnant when I am tied to my wrist. flesh.

This feeling really makes me irritable.

Turning his head almost unbearably, he saw that unlucky Cal Hockley with his head tilted to the side of the table. The slightly drunken feeling on his face became more serious, and his expression remained in a state of loss, looking at me It feels like looking at a piece of broken copper and iron that I don't know how to arrange.

I felt that if I didn't try to struggle, my hand would definitely die.

Trying to talk to the only living person present, "Hockley..." Only when he opened his mouth did he realize that even his voice had lost its energy, and was so fragile that he was about to lose his voice.

This sound awakened Karl at once. He tilted his head and froze in a drunken posture, and then sat up straight habitually. The sleepiness in his eyes was covered by a terrible sobriety.This sitting position made his facial muscles twitch for a second, because it affected his waist.But he stood up quickly, threw the wine bottle back to its original position, strode to the bedside, and looked at me with suspicious eyes.

"Help me untie the rope, you can tie it somewhere else first." I'm too lazy to communicate with him about whether to let go, but I don't want to wake up tomorrow with necrotic hand muscles, although I don't know what my face looks like, but The weakness in the voice was serious.

"What happened to you?" He finally realized that I wasn't acting, but really asking for help.Carl didn't care about being kicked again by me, he sat directly on the bed, stretched out his hand and touched my face vigorously, "Your skin is so cold, I should ask them to light the fireplace and cover the quilt first. "

He wiped my face vigorously, trying to rub off the coldness on it, and then covered me with the crumpled quilt, fast and hard.He looked panicked and didn't hear my plea at all.

"Rope..." I moved my hands, and the unbearable numbness reappeared for a while.

It was only then that Carl noticed my hand. He didn't see the color on my wrist clearly at first, so he held the rope that bound me without lightening his strength.I was caught and shivered a few times before Carl knew what was wrong.He raised his eyebrows, his eyes widened, and a moment of anger changed the decadence on his face.

"Damn it." The movements of his hands became fierce, and he was very anxious to untie the strong knot.After pulling hard a few times, I felt that when he pulled the rope away, my hand would be broken by his unrestrained strength.Seeing the unbearable patience on my face, Karl's fingers trembled, he gasped a few times, and quickly stopped his actions to add insult to injury.Then I heard him curse something very empathetically, and said to me: "It's okay, I'll help you untie it."

After speaking, leaning on his waist, he staggered to the side of the red sofa chair, opened a table and cabinet, and tossed and tugged inside it a dozen times.Maybe it was because he was too anxious that he didn't find what he wanted, and the man who lacked patience violently dragged out the entire drawer and knocked it upside down on the carpet.

I saw the documents inside, the small items I was playing with, and several pocket watches were all trampled under his feet.Finally Carl found what he needed, an antique pocket knife, he flung the drawer away, quickly came back to me, took the gem-encrusted knife and put it on the rope around my wrist.He pressed one hand very gently just below my wrist, and tried to cut the rope with the knife.

I have to say that the old poodle's skills in tying people are at the master level, not to mention the tied person himself, it would take a lot of time for someone else to solve it.Carl obviously didn't have that kind of patience, so he cut directly with a knife.He was afraid of cutting my hands, so he stared intently at my wrists. The sleeves of the pajamas I wore fell to my shoulders because my arms were raised.The fingertips he pressed on my bare|exposed arm never stopped trembling.

After trying to cut a few times, he asked me softly, "Does it hurt?" The trembling of his fingertips almost involved his vocal cords, making his inquiry sound a slight sense of weakness.

His gaze didn't stay on my face, but he looked at his knife very seriously. Because he was close, he could see the inconspicuous bruises on the corner of his mouth.I suddenly felt that he wasn't that unpleasant, at least now, he finally didn't habitually put on that haughty expression, and the hostility on his face softened.

A piece of the rope was cut, and I felt a loosening of my wrist, and the numb feeling violently surged out.Just when I thought I could untie it completely by cutting another rope, the movement of Carl's hand stopped suddenly, and even the fingers pressing on the skin of my wrist tensed up, almost turning into another rope, grabbing me fiercely hands.

I instinctively wanted to struggle, trying to pull out my hands, but when this action appeared, the man in front of me suddenly overreacted, and the focus on his face was replaced by a suspicious emotion.

"You want to run, don't you?" Carl asked me expressionlessly, holding a sharp knife.

His eyes became fierce, almost like a large beast staring at a rabbit.

"I can't run." I told the truth, this malnutrition is not a matter of a day or two. In order to get rid of the Titanic, I was chased by him and the old poodle to exhaustion, and I can't recover yet.Even if he unties the rope now and opens the door by the way, as long as he is still sitting in this room, I can't run him.

"The doctor said that you'd better lie down and rest until you disembark before getting someone to help you recuperate. Your body is very bad, so don't torment yourself anymore, understand?" Carl lowered his voice, showed a threatening smile, and ordered said to me.

I glared at him, and he also glared at me with a smile, anyway, death just didn't show the embarrassment that he was lying on the ground just now.He felt that he was finally back to normal, so the smile became particularly murderous.

Then I nodded very calmly, and he confirmed in disbelief, "Nodding is a good sign, right?"

"Yeah." I endured and endured, and then I endured the twitching of the corner of my mouth.

Carl smiled again, his brows and eyes frowned, and he seemed happy to scare me.

Smiling and laughing, he tried hard to squeeze back this smirk that didn't fit his identity, then lowered his head and cut all the ropes with a knife bit by bit hard and gently, the things that bound me fell apart at once, and he Throw those ropes to the ground in disgust.The moment I let go of the rope, my body immediately relaxed. When I was tied up, my muscles couldn't relax at all.I went from a lying position to a sideways, curled up position with my arms so numb I could hardly feel it.

He quickly grabbed my hand and looked at the bruises on it. The old poodle may have disliked me for a long time, so he was ruthless when he tied it.Carl stroked these bruises with his fingers, and his expression had a sense of unbearable irritability, as if the pain on my hand was his own.

I got off the rope and waited for a while before I felt some sensation in my hand, although this feeling was very numb.I wanted to pull my hand back, but was caught by the other party. Before I let him go, Carl frowned and rubbed my hand with a kind of patience. He whispered ferociously while rubbing He said to himself, "Why is it so serious, I need a doctor to see it. That old guy Lovejoy can't even tie people up well."

I watched him silently, while he tried to lower his head and rub the bruises on my wrists.

For a time, the atmosphere around us warmed up.The light fell on his short hair and downcast amber eyes.

While rubbing, he complained dissatisfiedly, "You are too thin, you don't have any flesh on your body."

I suddenly felt that this atmosphere was very suitable for sleeping, so I couldn't help but yawned, and he immediately reached out and stroked my hair, "You go to bed first, if you are hungry, tell me when you are late, I will get someone to prepare some bread for you .”

There are bread chefs on duty 24 hours a day in the baking room of the large kitchen.

After finishing speaking, he rubbed my wrist earnestly again. His expression was so serious that he seemed to be doing a big business. If he was distracted, the millions would slip away.

I was so focused that I couldn't bear to disturb him, so I had to be dragged by his hands and let him rub them back and forth.Slowly, I closed my eyes and dozed off sleepily with my head sunk into the pillow.Maybe after a while, there was a sudden knock on the door, and then the door opened. This messy sound woke me up, who had been tense.I opened my eyes immediately, and the close-up face that appeared in front of me almost scared me.It's Karl. At some point, he leaned over and seemed to be planning to kiss me goodnight.

Seeing me open my eyes, Carl stood up in embarrassment, and then looked nonchalant.

It was Lovejoy who came in. When he opened the door, he was going to walk in directly, but when he saw the strange and intimate posture of the two of us, he paused for a few seconds, and the expression on his paralyzed face also froze. .Then he said hoarsely, "Excuse me, Mr. Hockley, but I have an urgent matter here that I need you to attend to."

"What's the matter?" Carl asked in a bad tone, the patience of rubbing his hands just now was gone.

"It's about...Miss Ruth." The old poodle didn't seem to want to mention his fiancée in front of me, so the conversation was very incoherent.

"Ruth?" Carl looked as if he just remembered that he had a fiancée. He glanced at me quickly, not knowing why his expression was obviously guilty.Then he let go of my hand, stuffed it into the quilt, and said to me: "I have something to deal with, you go to sleep."

I moved my hands, and the numb pain had disappeared, so I said to him expressionlessly, "Thank you."

Karl seemed to be surprised at my softened attitude. He smiled at me, "You're welcome. If you want anything, remember to tell the waiter, and I'll go out." He walked back while laughing, not afraid to hit the wall.Lovejoy reminded him at the right time, "Your hair." Then the old poodle took a coat from the hanger in the room very familiarly, put it on Carl, and told him: "The temperature outside is very low. .”

Karl accepted his arrangement habitually, and then pressed his hands on his waist unnaturally, and said to him: "You stay, and I will go." When he said, his eyes were on me.

Lovejoy immediately knew his new mission. He stood at the door, nodded and said, "Yes, sir."

When Carl walked out, he suddenly remembered something and said, "Don't tie her up, just watch."

The old poodle was silent for a while before retorting softly, "I don't like kidnapping people."

When Carl finally left after taking a few steps, the old poodle closed the door, and then stood by the door and looked at me.

I lifted the quilt, sat cross-legged on the bed, crossed my hands on my chest, and looked at him from afar.We looked at each other speechlessly for a long time, and I finally asked curiously: "How many mistresses does your employer have?"

"No." The old poodle replied without hesitation

You can only believe it, that guy is almost as good as a bully when he chases after women.

After the old poodle answered, he realized that he had made a mistake. He immediately changed his words, "There is one."

One, I nodded without any surprise, and it's actually none of my business.I then asked, "Does he like to buy houses for his mistresses, jewelry, fashion designers, and art?"

The old poodle looked at me blankly, so that I finally felt that something was wrong, and I followed his line of sight belatedly, and I finally found that he was looking at the ocean star on my chest.When I was tossed by that guy just now, I forgot that I was still wearing this thing. I reached out to untie the necklace without paying attention, and threw it directly into the box on the chair.

The old poodle seemed to have just recovered, he nodded and gave a plausible answer, "Maybe." After finishing speaking, he added, "He never had a mistress."

No?Isn't there one?

The old poodle continued to be silent, until my attention slipped away to other places, and when I forgot my previous curiosity, he spoke again, with an inexplicable melancholy in his voice, "Only you."

only you……

I looked at him with some confusion, and Lovejoy's face showed a tired old look, and he muttered gloomily, "He has never raised anyone except for a sum of money for the Butek family. It seems that he is planning to start raising you."

In the end, the old poodle continued to say in a depraved tone of his employer: "At present, there is only you."

I,……