[Titanic] True Love Is Eternal

fall in love with me...

This sentence seemed to open a new door for me. When I agreed, I couldn't imagine what happened next.

Although Karl really wanted to maintain his usual subtle sense of grinning and not showing his teeth from the upper training for many years, it was obvious that he failed. The ecstatic smile after killing someone, holding a pile of documents on the table.

I really want to tear his mouth open with my hands, and I want him to laugh as much as he wants. It's too abnormal to laugh so "teeth".

It happened to be tea time, and Lovejoy obviously didn't intend to put a dessert tower among us to scare Carl, as a former "cop" and later "manservant" with eagle-like sharp observation Staff, he seemed to have seen what Carl wanted to do, and also saw that what he was going to do was amazing.

When I was still baffled, he took the initiative to carry everyone out for us, and then he went out by himself.

And Karl didn't pay attention to what his old poodle was doing at all. He took out a pen with a gold pattern, lowered his head and began to flip through the folder.I thought he was going to work, so I yawned idly. There was still fresh tea on the table, and the charcoal fire in the fireplace was just heating up. The atmosphere here was so lazy that I fell asleep.

I saw Karl writting the smile on the corner of his mouth while writing and drawing with a pen on it, and I was worried that he would use his work file as a drawing board and paint villains like Q on it.

Reaching out to pick up the still warm teacup, I looked at the sun on the deck and drank it slowly.My knowledge of this era, especially of the upper class, is pitiful. If I want to fall in love with Carl, then I have to try my best to understand the rules of his class.

At least when they are in a relationship, they can better understand the life background of the man Cal Hockley.

"Are you interested in running a railway company?" Carl suddenly tapped one of the folders with a pen and asked me confidently.

"No." I answered bluntly. I didn't understand what he wanted to ask such a meaningless question. The temperature of the teacup soaked my fingertips, and I began to feel warm.

"What about oil mining? I mean, two years ago I had a plan to go to Russia to mine oil, and I could get a good profit. Many people want to do it, but it's hard to succeed. After all, it takes government support. Confront those monopolies. Of course I can succeed, and my oil processing plant will be established by July this year. The railway needs a lot of oil fuel, as well as water shipping. If the mining rights can be expanded, then this will be a fortune Wealth of great value." Carl took out the oil exploration documents from the railway company's documents, the light in his eyes was very bright, and the corners of his eyes were always in a state of rising because of excessive pleasure, and hyperactivity was his state.

I held the teacup in a daze for a few seconds before I realized that he was discussing work with me. If I discussed art or dance with me, I could give him instructions, but I never had any talent for this kind of business stuff. The reason why I have never had the daydream of becoming a business elite from scratch and making millions every minute after time travel.To be honest, if dancing requires talent to dance well, so does business, and I am one of those people with zero business skills.

"Just say yes." After all, you are in business, and I have no idea if you ask me.

Carl didn't take issue with my perfunctory attitude. He went on to other folders, and occasionally asked me, "Do you like xx stock?" or, "This railroad line is good."

"It's okay." I was distracted, and I basically responded to what he said, and then continued to drink small sips of tea, seriously thinking about whether I should go to school first after disembarking, or find a modern dance company.

"I still have some gold and US dollars in the bank..."

"Yeah." If I could visit Isadora, that would be a wish fulfilled.

"Some are capital for revolving purposes."

"Oh." It's a pity that Moss Cunningham was not born yet. I'm very interested in his pure action dance. Will have to wait years to see him as a baby.

"I'll give you the rest..."

"Hmm...huh?" I maintained the movement of the teacup against my lips for about half a second before turning to look at him bluntly.

"Railway, oil, my savings, and some stocks that can make a lot of money are all here." Carl seemed to not know what he said, his expression was so normal that he just bought me a bunch of flowers for a few cents , and then stuffed the flower straight under my nose, asking me to accept it.Of course, what he handed over to me was a pen, and documents spread all over the table, and he even urged me, "Hurry up and sign, Emily."

I couldn't help shrinking back with a look of surprise, trying to avoid his pen, as if it was a gun, and it was terribly black.

Carl didn't seem to think that I would dodge, and stretched out his hand again, holding a pen to press it.I turned sideways flexibly, avoiding his movements, and firmly grasped the teacup, hoping that he would not go crazy.

"Don't you know how to sign?" Carl looked clear, as if he had forgotten the fact that I had flipped through all his decorative French books and English books. He took a piece of paper and wrote my name on it. Name, pointing to the letters on it and starting to read: "E——M..." A posture to teach me how to spell the name, more serious than my kindergarten teacher.

Emily-Hockley.

I can understand that he wrote my name, but what's the matter with the surname still being Hockley, and even changed my surname for me before I got married, and didn't ask my opinion.

"What are you going to do?" I really don't know what to do, this act of asking me to sign with a pen makes me very vigilant.The experience of later generations tells me that the name cannot be signed randomly. I once accidentally signed the wrong document and the sports car I earned became someone else’s. This kind of game that asks you to sign your name is really nerve-wracking.

It was only then that Karl felt that it was indecent to hold the tip of the pen to me all the time. He shrank the pen back a little embarrassingly, then pulled the corner of his mouth and smiled kindly at me. "While telling you this might scare you, I don't want you to have to worry about the mess. My family and business people who like to have fun dinners all day, they all like to gather in a circle, do business and make friends There are also mutual comparisons, well, this is the so-called upper social circle in the eyes of others. I can't tolerate them hurting you because of your status, so I must give you enough wealth to protect you."

I don't know that in his eyes, the place where he used to grow up is like this, the so-called "upper social circle".If someone heard it, they would think he was hostile to that social circle.

"A huge amount of wealth can protect you and erase the stain of lack of identity for you. Even if you can't easily get approval at the beginning, but when you marry me with enough wealth, then you can turn around perfectly, without What people can say.” Carl is very familiar with the so-called social circle rules, he was in harmony with people in that social circle last night, and today he is already planning how to overcome it, and dismantle its hypocrisy and weakness The solution is crystal clear.

When he said this, the slightly indifferent expression on his face made me feel a little strange.I saw him poking those huge property documents with a pen, and the hostility in his eyes slowly leaked out, which made me feel that he was not a normal businessman at all when he was doing business.That's right, he was able to conspire with the White Star Company to make the Olympic crash into the ice, which is such a heartless plan, no wonder he has so much private property and gold.

But you casually transferred all your money to a woman, and even decided to change your fiancée casually. Are you sure your dad won't interrupt your dog legs?

Also, are you so sure I won't run away with the money?

"After I get off the boat, I'll take a trip to Seattle, where I know some people who can help you create a good identity. The most important thing is to let people know that you have inherited a huge inheritance, as long as you have money, then anyone I can’t look down on you.” Calby, I can still empathize with the malicious ridicule that has not yet appeared in the future, he knows the virtues of his circle better than I do, so he also knows how to make a plan to get me out of that terrible situation.

I tried to turn my mind back to his so-called plan, and after thinking about it for a while, I finally caught the point. "You mean... to give me a fake identity?" Are we going from a Titanic movie to a nerd series?Why does it sound so unreliable.

"Well, it's like the sole heir of a reclusive rich man, or a distant relative of a famous person who has huge wealth but is sick and has never appeared in the social circle. In fact, these are the simplest. The most important thing is that you have Money, as long as you have real and huge wealth, then you can shut up those gossips." Carl held the pen in his hand, and it is conceivable that he should often talk about this kind of issue with people while smoking, so As a result, his fingers are habitually going to hold the cigarette.

Sickly……

"What about Ruth?" I tried to remind him that he was still engaged.

"Ruth?" Carl seemed to never include his fiancée in the plan. He just remembered that there was such a person, and then rolled his eyes maliciously a few times before calmly speaking, "It's very simple, her family A lot of money is owed, and her mother just needs a bargaining chip to stay in the upper class. At worst, I will give their family some money and introduce Ruth Bucket to a man of good status, which is not a big deal."

"Ruth's mother said she was going to expose us..." I put the teacup back on the table, propped my forehead with my hand, trying to figure out what this guy's plan is, I'm the worst at thinking about these issues.

"She doesn't dare." Carl laughed disdainfully, "I gave her so many things, she still doesn't have the guts to ruin my affairs, she knows that I have plenty of ways to kill a person, if she wants to continue to stay decently Come down and listen to me."

... I finally know that he is not stupid anymore, he is simply a big devil in terms of conspiracy.

If the two of us do not get along in the future and break up, I can be sure that there are many ways to kill me.

"Maybe you can think about it again." I'm almost sure that these are all the wealth he can use, so it's unrealistic to just sign and transfer all of them to me.

"I've thought about it. Wealth can protect you. This is the safest way." Carl didn't even have the slightest hesitation, and he didn't have the consciousness that he would become a pauper immediately after I signed it.He also didn't think about what to do if he gave me all the money, and then his father was angry at what he did not let him inherit the family property, and he really had nothing.

The pen that came from the fortress immediately made me feel a lot of pressure.

"I mean, wait until we really decide that each other is right for each other, and we don't think about these plots until we get to the point where we're thinking about marriage...I mean the method." I really want to drag his collar and shake it wildly. It is not appropriate to transfer property immediately after deciding to fall in love, at least get along for a while.

"Decided to be... suitable for each other?" Karl seemed a little unable to understand this sentence, he repeated it a few times, and the smile on his mouth converged, "You think we are not suitable?"

It was really inappropriate at first, but the personality alone is far away, and it is not the kind of difference of complementarity.But if you like this thing, you don't pay attention to these things, so you can decide whether to try it or not at the moment you are tempted.But when it comes to discussing property and marriage, you should be more cautious. It is impossible for me to immediately decide to get married tomorrow after only knowing each other for three days.

"No, I mean get along for a while..."

"Why do you want to get along for a while longer? Don't tell me you don't want to be with me at all." Carl's unsmiling face became gloomy.He held the pen in his hand without moving, and just stared at me with an ugly face.

"There is a process from falling in love to getting married..." I tried my best to explain my point of view, and I was too eager for a few days. If the enthusiasm is still there after a few months, then I can be sure of the existence of love.But for a few days... It's hard for me to determine whether he is the sequelae of over-enthusiasm.

"What process? Why is there a process? Didn't you promise me?" Carl turned his pen in confusion, completely unable to understand what I wanted to express, "Of course we need to get married soon, yes, and have an heir soon .”

I,……

Wait a minute, from agreeing to fall in love just now, to moving out of a huge amount of property, to getting married soon, to having a baby... Is our time passing differently? It's only been a few hours. ?

I finally figured out that the love affair Carl talked about meant marriage.The so-called dating based on marriage, in his eyes, the premise and dating don't exist, only marriage?

"Doesn't your family object to you doing this?" I had to bring up the biggest problem, trying to remind him that he was too impulsive and ran too fast.

Carl was really stumped, he frowned melancholy, and tapped his pen on the table, "It's okay, anyway, my dad only has one heir, as long as I finish it well, he won't object."

It means that as long as you give your father enough face, he will not care about you. No wonder this kind of education will raise heirs of your virtue.

"I still think that if we get along for a while..." It's only been three or four days, you should calm down, get off the boat, talk about love and run in for a while, and then consider the issue of marriage. This is the correct process of dating.I hung my head weakly, not knowing how to dispel his impulsive decision.

"Why do you need to get along for a while? I didn't say that I will handle all the problems. You only need to consider the wedding venue, the decorative flowers you like, and which European wedding dress designer suits your taste." Carl said arbitrarily. The ground is all over the place, and my opinion is not in his decision at all.

I originally thought that I decided to have a relationship, and after a few months everyone would understand that it was the right decision, and then I would get married after a year or two of being gentle and peaceful, and then I would consider how many children I would have.I prefer one, because dancing and giving birth affects the body more.

As a result, let alone a year or two, Karl seemed unable to wait for a minute or two.While I was still thinking about how to convince him that it would take time, my hand was suddenly grabbed by someone, and then a pen was stuffed into it. I looked up and saw Karl squeezed over, pulling my hand vigorously to to sign.

I quickly pulled it back, "I said time is too fast, we should get along for a while longer."

"No, hurry up and sign now, and we can organize the wedding immediately after we get off the boat." Carl grabbed my hand tightly, trying to manipulate my hand to sign.

"At least get along for two or three months to be sure that it's not impulsive, don't be impulsive..." I leaned back extremely, desperately trying to get my hand back.

"Do you have a chance to choose another man after two or three months of dating? If you agree, don't regret it." Carl was very strong, dragging my hand tremblingly, trying to get his hands on the blank autographed virgin land.

"I said, we've only known each other for a few days, at least we'll consider getting married after dating." I shouted with a twisted face, the piece of paper seemed to have turned into a terrible contract of prostitution, I tried to let go of my fingers so that the pen didn't Support, but Carl wrapped my palm very tightly, so tight that sweat came out.

"I don't need to think about it, you just need to sign." He ordered me domineeringly, gnashing his teeth.

"You don't need me. Let me go." I don't want to get married immediately after agreeing to a relationship. This process is not right at all. You don't even have a candlelight dinner proposal ceremony. What kind of marriage are you getting married?

"What are you thinking about? All women want to marry me, why do you still need to think about it?" Carl said bluntly, as the tip of the poor pen was laboriously drawing a four-dimensional stroke on the paper.

"I said, we need time to spend together." There are so many women vying to marry you, you can go directly to those women to form a harem.

"I don't want to listen to this nonsense, sign it for me quickly." He became anxious and angry at my disobedience.

"Don't sign." I regretted it. I don't want to fall in love with this guy who doesn't understand human language. What kind of love is this called? It's a forced transaction.

"If you don't sign, you have to sign, or press your fingerprints."

"Let me go..." I hugged the sofa with one hand, preventing him from dragging it over.

"Fingerprint..." His other hand was already rummaging through the documents, trying to find tools that could be used for fingerprinting.Unfortunately, he couldn't find it, and he said angrily, "It's better to sign it."

Signing Mao's signature, I looked at Emily Hockley on the white paper, and I really wanted to yell into his ear, just sign your surname, and forge your identity.Others can tell at a glance that I have something to do with you, you idiot.