[Titanic] True Love Is Eternal

Now things have developed to a very troublesome stage, and I am trying to straighten out my relationship with Carl.In fact, I just wanted to use his ability to slow down the ship at first, and I really didn't mean to be serious with him.After all, being the mistress of a rich family has never been in my life plan. I can work hard at the bottom to realize my dream, but I can't tolerate myself running to sugar daddy.

The biggest problem now is from being a mistress to being "together forever", and it has developed to the point where the marriage contract is about to be dissolved, and the future mother-in-law is so aggressive that she wants to die with us.I'm not good at dealing with relationship issues, and I don't even know if I should take advantage of my youth to have a relationship, although he doesn't seem like a very good relationship partner.The lover of my dreams should be the kind of personable, slightly older, experienced and story-like male god who seems to have been polished and glowing through the years.

As for the man sitting in front of me, his age... is not bad.Personable... except for the social mask that is forced to be put on in social interaction, there is nothing at all.Experienced...he only has experience with money.There is a story... whether there will be a story in the future will definitely be cuckolded.It seems that he has been polished by the years... Yes, the years have polished him into a bad-tempered dude who would draw a gun and kill someone every minute when he was irritated, and would not admit defeat.

...This has no resemblance to the male god I want to fall in love with at all.

Barely suppressing the turbulent emotions of being thrown with money just now, I looked down at the carpet with a paralyzed face, and couldn't help tapping the chair cushion with my fingers. I think it's better to have a good talk at this time.

But with so many things going on, I didn't know how to speak for a while.He looked up at Karl who was sitting on the single chair next to him, his eyes were calm, and the state of violent convulsions that had been heroic and excessive just now had subsided.But I could see that he was still very irritable. He held the cigarette case on the table without opening it, just holding it, as if it was just a comfort item.

He probably didn't want me to talk because he looked scared that I might say something hurtful again.

The old poodle came out after sorting out the money his employer had scattered everywhere. He was already desperate for the two of us. He didn't even want to give us two eyes, so he directly ordered the maid to make tea for us.Then maybe feeling that his task was completed, Lovejoy finally gave Karl a look to see that he had no other needs before going out.

Then the two of us looked at the teacups on the table, and continued to be silent in the curling tea mist.

Finally I figured it out and rubbed my temples with my hands. Since I got on this ship, I haven't had a day without a headache.I try to sum it up, "I have nothing."

There is no concealment or exaggeration, I really have nothing.

Carl's gloomy eyes were finally a little brighter, and he looked at me suspiciously.

"I don't have money." In this era, not having money is the biggest original sin. My pockets are really empty enough to be whipped.

"I know, of course you didn't." Carl said matter-of-factly, he didn't think it was a big problem at all, "If you need it, you can get it yourself from the safe."

When I said no money, I didn’t mean to ask you for money.Not wanting to argue with him on such trivial issues, I continued: "I am an orphan."

Carl finally managed to be more reserved this time, and he said with a serious expression: "Sounds very regrettable."

A good social mask, this is his specific expression when he goes to someone else's funeral.

"I don't have any identity, and I'm in a slum when I open my eyes." It's a slum, with frozen bodies everywhere.That was definitely the hardest time for me, because it was so hard that I realized so quickly that if I didn't work hard, I couldn't survive.

This time Carl was finally no longer a social mask. The false regret on his face turned into a genuine discomfort, and he looked very distressed for me. "If I found you earlier, you wouldn't have to stay in that ghostly place, and you won't go back to that kind of place in the future, I promise."

These words sounded very touching. Although I knew that if we met at another time, we might not have this kind of fate, but I still didn't interrupt his unrealistic promise.I couldn't help reaching out to touch my hair and pressing behind my ears, trying to cool down the redness.Then he continued with his face unchanged: "I think you already understand that I have nothing and I can't help your career, and if we two fall in love, there will be great resistance. If we seriously consider getting together, when the time comes All kinds of difficulties may be beyond your imagination. For example, your family, gossip from the upper class, and the life you are familiar with may have a lot of ups and downs."

"Talk about... falling in love?" He suddenly stuttered, as if he didn't understand the meaning of these words, his eyes became suspicious.

"Well, it's okay to talk about friends." I was a little more reserved, but the meaning basically remained the same. "It means dating on the premise of getting married. Of course, if you feel inappropriate in the future, you can also discuss the matter of breaking up openly and honestly. This kind of problem You can't lie to each other, if you feel that you are in love with another woman one day, you can talk about breaking up with me, but don't lie to me." Love is really not suitable for cheating.

"Break up? Who told you that you can break up. If you dare to tell me which idiot you like in the future, I will kill him. Don't take chances, you can only be with me." Changing his face, he slapped his hand on the table hard, and said to me coldly with raised eyebrows.

You are in business, not gangsters, don't be so immature.I wanted to rub my temples again, and said to him sadly: "This is just in case..."

"There is no chance, you must be with me, whoever dares to come over and poke me, I will break his leg." Carl sneered, showing his cold-blooded businessman's true colors, "Whoever dares to touch my woman, I will let him mess around Miserable."

I... have to calm down, don't be carried away by his words, try to finish what I want to say, don't bother with him because he suffers from convulsions. "Well, you have to pay a lot for our relationship, you really think it through."

I have to ask clearly, this is not the kind of perfunctory attitude that fools him casually because he has to run away after disembarking.have come to this point, if the conversation

If you can get a result that both of you are satisfied with in the end, then... Well, in fact, it is also life when it is suitable to fall in love and get married in the end.If it really doesn't work, or wait until I'm sure about the breakdown, well, now it's different from when I thought he didn't show his true feelings at the beginning. If it's serious, I'd better explain it earlier, anyway, the Titanic has decided to slow down.So now it’s a quick fix, and it’s not appropriate to tell him directly that it’s better for him to chase me with a gun to vent his anger than to wait until he’s done everything and find out that I’ve run away and suffered heavy losses.

I lied to him, but I didn't intend to lie to this thing, because that would be too wicked.

Carl didn't say anything for a while, his eyes returned to the gloomy feeling at the beginning, his fingers with round and clean nails lightly scratched the cigarette case, and then he said with a relaxed face: "This is my problem, you don't need to go Think. You just need to know that I am ready to protect you, and I will do everything in my power to protect you."

Do everything you can to... protect me.

Put your fingers from behind your ears to the back of your neck, and the dizzy burning has spread across the board.I feel suffocated for a moment

Breath, maybe no man has ever dared to promise me like this, even if it is a promise made in the blink of an eye, it still makes people feel palpitating.

I can pretend that he already knows himself

what to expect and know

Have to face the pressure?I looked into Carl's eyes, there was no trace of timidity in his eyes, I couldn't help sitting up straight, clasping my hands on my lap, I solemnly said, clearly and slowly, "Although I have nothing now, when I Fall in love with a man, then I will face any difficulties and storms with him. I will not let anyone bully him, no matter whether I have money or have nothing, I will share the burden with him.”

The person who wants to spend a lifetime together, I will go hand in hand with him.

Carl clutched his cigarette case, couldn't take his eyes off my face, he seemed attracted, but at the same time he was so unsure. "The man you fell in love with? Who is it?"

...Could it be that you want me to say it's you right now?This is just an example, I'm not good at love at first sight.

Seeing that I didn't speak, Carl withdrew his body hesitantly, still threatening me bravely, "It must not be that Jack Dawson, he is not a good person."

You are the biggest villain and you have the nerve to say that others are not good people... No, I'd better think about it again, isn't the idea of ​​wanting to fall in love with him the result of impulse?I will meditate for a few more days, and then come to talk to him about this issue.

I put my hands on the back of my neck, stood up with a paralyzed face, and turned around trying to leave the place.After walking two steps, the sleeve was pulled so tightly that I was dragged backward with one hand, but my body was tilted forward and I couldn't take another step forward.

His hesitant voice came from behind, "I'm quitting smoking recently."

After being silent for a while, I finally replied in a low voice: "Yes." I know.

"You told me to quit smoking." He murmured barely audibly, as if it was embarrassing to say it.

I slowly moved my hand to my face, feeling the heat on my cheeks, and then continued to maintain that low voice, "Yeah."

"Fall in love with me..." The voice was softer this time, but the hand holding the cuff had already moved to my wrist, holding it firmly, as if I would not let go unless I agreed.

I continued to be silent and silent again, until I could no longer maintain this stupid posture, then I moved my numb feet, still covering my face with my hands, for a long time

Only then did I hear my own nasal answer.

"Ah."