[Titanic] True Love Is Eternal

I really want to completely push that energetic childish ghost last night into the sea, and then kick her a few times to sink her into the Atlantic Ocean forever.I have a problem with this person, that is, when I am drunk, my energy will be very high, and I feel very pleasing to the eyes when I see anyone, and even catch someone to kiss, hug, touch and act like a baby when I go too far. The most terrible thing is that I wake up the next day. I can still remember it very clearly.

Yes, I kissed, hugged, touched and acted like a baby to Cal Hockley, and finally fell asleep hanging on him.

Sitting on the deck table and chairs with a headache, watching the breakfast with a tired face, surrounded by servants who came and went to add things.They refilled our tea in silver teapots, not at all curious about where the original mistress had gone.

Carl, in a pinstriped suit and dark wide-leg trousers, stirred his teacup with a teaspoon and gave me a nonchalant look.

I don't think my face with plain makeup and dark circles is attractive, and I don't have the energy to maintain the so-called table manners. I just lean on the back of the chair like a man, with my chin on my hand and my eyes are blank.

"Don't drink so much next time." Carl told me with a gentle smile, and then took a sip of tea, completely without the anger of running to the third-class lounge to arrest people last night.

"Oh." I replied nonchalantly.

"I have something to tell you." He put the teacup on the table, and then put his hands on the armrest. It can be seen that his heart is not as relaxed as his appearance, and his fingers are stiff.

I stirred the teacups on the table with a spoon, and looked down at the china cups in a distracted way. The morning sun was shining in them, and I couldn't help but want to scoop them up and eat them.After a hangover I'd be sluggish all the time and have sore muscles.I waited indifferently for a while, only to find that Carl was still hesitating. He seemed to have been brewing what he wanted to say for a long time, but he didn't dare to pour it out because it took too long.

When I finally decided whether to drink tea and was about to get up and go for a walk to get rid of this decadent state of mind, he finally spoke, his voice trembling uncontrollably, feeling like a gambler making the last big gamble All the chips, and that chip is like borrowed fanaticism.

"We are together." Even the ending was trembling. He tried his best to suppress his excitement, but he still changed the tone of the sentence.

I didn't recover for a moment, and continued to hold the silver spoon in a daze.

"I said, you're with me." Carl said seriously and seriously, even with an expression of piety that couldn't be ignored, which reminded me of the bridegroom's appearance before taking the oath in Western weddings.

Isn't it already "together"?This guy asked me to be his mistress more than [-] times. Is this the rhythm of repeating every day?

"I know you're an orphan, you have no money and no family, and you don't even have a last name." Carl didn't know that this way of speaking would offend everyone, but he was such a ghost in his nature, and I didn't care at all.I saw that he even forgot that there was no ring on his little finger, and he was still habitually touching that place, which made me unconsciously look at the ring finger of my left hand, which still had the ring on it.

"This is very troublesome, Emily, can't you remember who your parents are?" He may have thought about this problem many times, so he couldn't help bringing out the kind of trouble that was difficult to solve when talking to me, Even his brows were furrowed, which made his eyes look even more drooping.

"Everyone has a few troubles that go with them throughout their lives. I don't think I have parents in this place." Even if there are parents in this body, they are not mine. My parents are 100 years later and they are alive and well. I'm pretty sure.

"Well, I know you won't have it, otherwise you wouldn't even be able to remember your last name." Carl leaned forward, and he looked at me, as if he wanted to get closer to me.

This way of speaking... I really want to appease his emotional intelligence, even if you are facing someone you look down on, you can't always poke at others' weaknesses.It's no wonder you're so broke and broke, it's strange if you don't have a good father who doesn't get bullied by people with this kind of character.

He paused again, unlike usual, this morning he has been hesitating, and he can't speak well.But the blood in the eyes is obvious, even the eye sockets are red, and I look more tired than a person who was drunk and finally sobered up.Although his spirit is very excited, I can see that he is very excited, as if he has made a decision that affects major international events, which makes him eager to try and unable to extricate himself.

"You can use my last name, Hockley." Carl's face was serious, there was no element of laughter in his eyes, but a sense of seriousness, which made his expressionless face very intimidating.

I was holding a spoon with a teaspoon full of morning light on it, and looked at him strangely, unable to immediately understand the seriousness of his words.

"Emily Hockley." He muttered to himself, as if he had said it countless times, and it was incredibly smooth, without any sense of stagnation.Before I could make a sound, he said again: "Emily Hockley." The name seemed to be a kind of magical power bestowed on him by God, and the corners of his slightly melancholy eyes stretched, and the bloodshot eyes did not stop. No matter how scary it is, it glows with a gentle and joyful light.His expression was actually warmer than the sunlight sliding in through the window, and the smile on his lips was more energetic and joyful than any boy with a hairy head.

What's so happy about this, I don't think adding a surname is worth his happiness.He slowly put the spoon into his mouth, swallowed the tea full of sunshine, and finally recovered his voice, "What do you want to do?"

He's not in a normal state at all, very abnormal.

The smile on the corner of Carl's mouth remained unchanged, and he said without hesitation: "I figured it out. It didn't take three months. I knew what I was doing. It's crazy. I've never made such a crazy decision. I think it's a lifetime decision." Big adventure, this adventure will cost me a lot, but..." His voice lowered, like a lazy whisper, and even his eyes became tired. "……you're worth it."

The silver spoon in my hand suddenly fell into the teacup. I finally knew what he was talking about, but I couldn't believe it. His so-called decision was what I thought.Repeatedly asked him without giving up, "You mean..."

"We will be together." His tone became lighter, with an unusual mischievous taste, he didn't answer me directly, and remembered to add the date, "Forever."

I have never felt that the word forever is so scary, I looked at him incomprehensibly, and he has completely changed after just one night?

"I'll give you everything, anything a woman needs." Carl stood up from the chair, the striped suit fit him perfectly, put his hands on the table, and looked at me firmly.

I saw reckless emotion in his eyes, and Ruth's words played back in my head—he loves you.

This man loves you.

Unbelievable, this conclusion came so fast, I couldn't believe it.I watched him pull away the chair and walk out, the pure joy gradually became deeper, the tenderness in his eyes was replaced by a layer of cold sinister, he pulled his cuffs and said: "I'm going to solve some things, maybe There will be a little trouble. By the way, I will send someone to send a telegram to prepare for you what color clothes you like."

Don't use the precious radio on the ship to send such nonsense. I don't want to imagine being with him after getting off the ship.But seeing that he had made a decision on his own and did not allow anyone to refute it, he didn't know how to open his mouth to confirm the real meaning of his words.

Seeing his back disappearing soon, I blurted out and asked, "Where is Ruth? You are not going to get engaged."

Carl heard my voice, and he stood by the door for a moment in shocking silence.Then I saw him turn his head and smile, it was a smile full of confidence and hope, the warmth in his eyes and the answer in his mouth showed a completely opposite effect, he replied coldly, "There will be no engagement, even if Yes, and it won't be the Booketts."

I finally knew he was not joking, but deadly serious.

Watching him turn and leave, disappearing over the door, I was quiet for a while before I reached out to touch my throat, the nervousness made me almost breathe abnormally.

After taking a few deep breaths, I picked up the teacup, and the light in the teacup kept shaking.In the end, he had no choice but to put the tea cup back on the table, rubbed his temples with his hands, and couldn't help but mutter, "Emily Hockley?"

After reading it, I realized that it was quite fluent, and I couldn't help laughing in a low voice, the corners of my mouth were twisted in an unseemly way. "No way, that fool won't run off to break off the engagement right now, and then really plan to marry me." Isn't he a black-hearted businessman?Not his style at all.

Why do I think this is a bit of a joke.