[Titanic] True Love Is Eternal

Carl ran back to the room to work, and I still had to sit on the sofa chair next to him in a daze.To be correct, he dragged me back to his room after dancing with me, and after knowing that I could speak French, he gave me a French novel and asked me to pass the time in front of him.

Rather than sitting next to this guy all the time, I'd rather get out of his B-floor suite and bask in the sun on the third-class promenade deck.I lazily turn a page while Karl curses at his poor underling who handles his finances.Now and then he couldn't help but whisper "I'm going to fire that idiot English lawyer" or "Is that guy going to work, a frivolous enough-drinking idiot".

The staff who make a living on his hands are really hard. How on earth do they endure such a picky employer with a willful terminal cancer?

Carl would often take a sneak peek at me while I was not paying attention, which I tried to ignore as much as possible, because his gaze reminded me of Grandet looking at his own property.Of course, he would naturally become numb after watching too much, and I calmly set aside that tentacle-like gaze.I kept my fuzzy appearance, and then silently considered in my heart that I could visit Andrew when this guy had no time to stare at me.Although the speed of the ship will slow down, just in case, I still hope that he can come forward and send a wireless message to contact the nearby ships on the same route. It is not necessary for them to follow the Titanic, but at least the distance can be guaranteed within one hour. Arrive within an hour.

After finally making it to lunch, Carl stuffed part of the processed documents into the safe, and handed the other part to the old poodle, as if ordering him to send a wireless telegram.The valet carried the silver plate and began to arrange the lunch.

Holding a half-meter-long napkin and a tablecloth with embroidered lace on the table, I tried to think about the life of the rich in this era.This was a time when every rich man had to take a servant with him when he went out, when every servant needed a silver tray to hand something to his master, when newspapers had to be pressed, when shoelaces had to be kept spotless, and when dinners were served with twenty courses.

Lunch is not that exaggerated, just seven or eight dishes.It is said that when a woman waits for afternoon tea after lunch, she has to change her clothes for the tea party, and after afternoon tea, she has to start thinking about what clothes to wear for the dinner party when the trumpet is blown at seven o'clock and the table opens at eight o'clock.

It sounds like this bunch of rich people are so bored that they have nothing to do, they just think about food and clothing every day.

I poked at the herring meat on the plate, and felt full after having another hearty afternoon tea in the afternoon.Even if I hope that I can recuperate the malnutrition in my body, I don't want to make up for it like this.It's not doing my body any favors, I'm constantly on the lookout for my body, too much fat just makes me unnecessarily bulky.

Carl looked at my standard table manners with a hesitant expression, no matter whether it was sitting or not, the posture of not bowing your head when eating, or the use of knives, forks and napkins, there was no room for pickiness.

"Who taught you this?" Carl poured a glass of wine for himself. Compared with others pouring it for himself, he seemed to prefer to control the amount of wine poured into the glass by himself.

"A British friend." I thought about it before answering lightly.I am a dance fan. When I came to England, he once received me. Because my ancestors were British nobles, that dance fan has studied the etiquette of these high society.

"What friend?" Carl tensed up after a little relaxation, and his expression even showed a bit of ugly ferocity.

A friend is a friend, what kind of friend can you have?

"Male and female?" Carl asked aggressively without waiting for my answer.

Sherlock Holmes digging three feet?Is it a romance movie or a detective movie.

"Cut off those so-called 'friends' in the future, you don't need him for your life anymore...they?" He hesitated to change from the singular to the plural, and the change was particularly difficult, as if it would kill him so sad .

I can't guess the brain circuit of this guy. Could it be that there is a century-old generation gap between us?Will this "old man" automatically smear me with black material and sad history in his heart?

I sighed patiently, since I got off the boat anyway, I will never see you again, but I can afford to wait for a few days.

"Also, go and break the engagement." Carl blurted out suddenly, and the moment he said it, he suddenly realized that he was too eager, his lips pursed unnaturally, and his eyes flickered.Of course, these guilty reactions were only a matter of a second, and soon he returned to his capitalist cold negotiating appearance, his chin was slightly raised, and he looked at me arrogantly.

Break up the engagement?I looked at him blankly, what engagement?

Maybe because I misunderstood my pause, Carl, who had been relatively forbearing, finally showed his impatience. On the polite side, but that doesn't mean I'm gentle, do you still love that little boy?"

...boyfriend?I finally linked these words to Jack in my mind.

I love Captain Depp more now, and Jack is more of a nostalgia for girlhood, and love is really out of the question.Seeing Carl looking at me so seriously, the brain automatically connected all his words. I seemed to use Jack as a shield and told a joke that I was going to marry him.

I wanted to shake my head at first, but I was too fast and I was worried that Karl would not believe it. After all, it was announced yesterday that we were going to get married, and today I immediately said that I don't like her. It doesn't sound credible at all.

Carl's fingers changed from letting go to grabbing, and those poor embroidery laces were ravaged by him. I was already concentrating on picking up my china plate before he lifted the table.He finally suppressed the obvious anger on his face, and his fingers were barely flat, but the veins on the back of his hands were obvious.

I think I should have thought about it for a while and finished it, and then I looked at Carl's face seriously, shook my head slowly, and said to him, "No, I didn't fall in love with him."

Because my eyes stay on his face, and I have done facial expression training courses in this area before, I can clearly see the process of his facial muscles from wrinkling to relaxing, and his eyes become bright again. Lift up, and a joy from the heart replaces all dark rage.

I unconsciously clenched the fork in my hand, changing the strength according to his emotions.I didn't know that my words would have such a great impact on him, it could literally free this man from falling from the sky.

Of course, he didn't really show this kind of joy, and another suspicious emotion followed, he said in disbelief: "Aren't you planning to get married as soon as you get off the boat?"

"You and Ruth will get married if you don't get off the boat." I retorted, lowered my eyes to deal with the fish, and didn't bother to study the mental state of wayward terminal cancer patients.

"It's just an engagement." Carl explained hastily, speaking so fast that he worried that he might bite his own tongue.

"Do you love her?" I naturally took hold of the topic, at least to muddle through this lunch, I don't want him to throw another stupid question to make me indigestion.

"Love her?" Karl repeated the question strangely, and then he became silent, with a dull and confused expression on his face, which quickly faded away.He said blankly: "No, she was pretty cute before she met true love. But loving someone is like making love, you can feel your blood being splashed with boiling oil, Your blood vessels start to ache, and that pain eventually goes back to your chest."

His tone was too flat, even his eyes were emotionless, and his whole body was covered with a thick layer of armor, as if he was just a poor student studying, without any emotional ups and downs.

My attention was drawn by him. I have seen other top dancers perform this way of expression. In the plain and watery narration, there are suppressed emotions underneath.Because all the power is used to suppress the intense underlying emotions, there is no strength to pretend to be perfect on the outside, so I can only talk non-stop with a blank face.

"Then my bones hurt, my eyes hurt, and my hair hurts..." He felt a little funny while talking, and soon ended this inexplicable soliloquy, and raised his calm eyes, and finally his eyes stayed on me. On the face, "Only looking at her can really relieve this feeling."

I suddenly couldn't bear this man's gaze, especially when he was reading a meaningless groan just now, he put the tableware in his hand on the plate, indicating that the table could be closed, and then I stood up and left the seat.Carl kept staring at where I was sitting, even if I moved away from him, he would not take his eyes off him, as if he was staring at a non-existent but beautiful phantom.

I walked by his side, walked for a while before turning back, and saw that he was still maintaining that stiff posture, his back was straight, and he seemed to have an inexplicable sense of loneliness.I suddenly had the urge to turn around and pull him up from his seat.Of course, he didn't stay still. After a while, he picked up the wine glass in his hand and took a sip with familiar movements. This kind of drunkard's movements completely destroyed the melancholy atmosphere just now.

I twitched the corner of my mouth, I don’t like guys with tobacco and alcohol addiction, I can’t understand how someone likes to destroy their health like this, if Cal Hockley is really my old lover, I smoke him once every time I watch him smoke, and watch him drink too much Just press the water and let him correct it, how can he tolerate his own people ruining his body like this.

Carl finished his drink, turned his back to me and said, "I want to see you break off the engagement, Emily."

I paused for a moment before I said indifferently, "It's up to you."