[Titanic] True Love Is Eternal

Because of the wound on my neck, I didn't swallow much during lunch, it was all water.Carl stared at me after I finished eating, and then stared at me as I went back to my room to rest before actually going out to find Ismay.I sat on the sofa in his bedroom reading a book borrowed from the reading room of the Titanic, with the novel lying on my lap, and I looked at the ceiling light tiredly, looking drowsy.

If the boat slows down, the time for us to disembark will be delayed a lot. It is impossible to arrive at night NO.16, but it may be possible at night NO.17.Of course, it is better to arrive at any time than never to arrive.

Lovejoy stood at the door of the room, didn't come in, just looked at me gloomily.I know that Carl asked him to watch me, after all, I still have a stupid identity as a corporate spy that has not been revealed.When I think of these messy things, I have a headache, and I can only explain to him when my throat is healed.

"Who is your employer?" Lovejoy suddenly came in from the door, and he didn't get too close to me, just stood by the bed and looked at me carefully.

I think he may have been a policeman for a long time, so now that he has changed his job, he still can't change his vigilant and sharp eyes like a hound.

If I had an employer, would I still be able to get to this point?

"What is your purpose for approaching Mr. Hockley?" The old poodle stood a little slanted, his voice had the hoarseness unique to the elderly, and he looked at me indifferently.

I finally put the book aside, then sat upright, frowned, touched my throat, and tried to say, "Don't... worry, I won't sell him." The air that entered my throat was like a knife, making me swallow Saliva feels painful.

Lovejoy heard my slur clearly, nodded without a genial smile, and continued: "You probably think you can get into high society through him, but the Hockley family has no tolerance for unknown women. Miss, you may not have seen much of the world, so you may not be able to recognize your identity, even if Mr. Hockley loves you now... It's like a fire is burning." His last adjective is as romantic as he is reciting a poem , Unfortunately, the expression is still the same facial paralysis.

I probably have the same expression as his, because I don't know what expression to put on for this kind of situation.I always feel very familiar, but after a little more recollection, I realized that such well-intentioned persuasion plots often appear in TV dramas.

Lovejoy continued to chat with me in a low voice, he said: "You can have no money, but you can't have no identity. Even if Mr. Hockley can let you have everything you should have, but he has to use a lot of money and contacts, as long as these You can’t hide it from others, at least you can’t hide it from his father.”

I know all of this, so I think Carl's plan is too taken for granted. He may get used to his life smoothly without thinking about side details.

"I... don't need it." I covered my throat gently with the palm of my hand, and found that it was very difficult for me to speak. The old poodle seemed to hear me clearly, but he couldn't understand, because I didn't finish my words own meaning.

I had no choice but to stand up and walk to the table, pick up Carl’s pen and blank paper, and I quickly wrote on it, “I don’t need to be a rich man, and I don’t need Carl to create a false and rich background for me. , I will persuade him to stop his plan, and I will not sign any of his contracts related to property transfer." That signing was simply terrifying, even more terrifying than signing the deed of sale.

The old poodle still had a paralyzed face, he drooped the corners of his mouth, and came to the table to read what I wrote.Then he said, "You have good handwriting."

"Thank you." I replied calmly.

"So you plan to be Mr.'s mistress." He concluded more calmly than me.

I,……

Then I went to check what I wrote again. Did I write about mistresses just now?

"You have no money, no family, and no identity background, so what do you want to rely on to marry Mr.?" The old poodle is very realistic, and his tone is not contemptuous, nor is there any yin and yang, but it is so straightforward that it gives people a sense of humor. A sharp pain in the flesh.

I tap the paper with the tip of my pen, just as I have a little habit of tapping my feet on the ground when I am excited.The ink accidentally fell on the white paper, turning into a smudged blot.To extend the words of the old poodle, I am this drop of ink, and Karl is a rich man with a clean family, so white that he can't be as white as this piece of paper.And now that I'm violating Carl's innocence, I'd better go as far as I want.

The tip of the pen began to spread into lines of letters along the stain, and I said on the paper: "I don't have a relationship with his money, I don't marry his family, and I don't want to die with his background. All I want is Carl Hockley, to me, he is the most important..."

The old poodle didn't understand what I said, and finally he couldn't help being mean, "Because you don't have any, so of course you can say that you don't care. Could you let Mr. Hockley lose everything to prove your love?"

How should I say it?I paused for a moment, then slowly wrote and continued, "I will settle down in the United States, and then start my own dance career." The most familiar field in my previous life, this is the pillar of my life, and it will also be my lifelong struggle career.I am not familiar with everything in this world, the only thing I am familiar with is the history of dance in this era.

"Dancing career?" The old poodle looked blank, he was not interested in these things at all.

I didn't care about his eyes, and continued to write on the paper, "I will work hard to create an identity, I will support myself, and I will persevere no matter how difficult it is. Even if I have nothing now, I believe that I have the ability to stand In this era."

"You have the ability to stand in this era? Miss, I have to say that you are too arrogant. At your age, you should quickly find a man to marry. I know a few lawyers or doctors. With your means, you should be able to marry They, but this is also the apex you can reach." The old poodle had to persuade me earnestly, hoping that I would turn around soon, and that marrying a man with a job is the right thing to do.

In fact, his thoughts are very kind. Women in this era must find a good man to marry to be their lifelong career.

I smiled and didn't care what he said.But the old poodle saw that I didn't know good and bad, so he could only persuasion to the end. He tapped the words on the paper with his finger and said to me: "You are too high-minded, even if you are really capable of fighting on your own, but this It will take a lot of time. Mr. Hockley has already planned to propose to you after disembarking, do you want to go out dancing as Mrs. Hockley?"

"Proposal?" I asked hoarsely, and knew the answer instantly without an old poodle.It really sounds like something Carl would do, and after staying with him for a few days, he knew that he was impatient.

Because the paper is full, I can only take out a new paper while clutching my neck, and then write on the new paper, "No, I will refuse his marriage proposal. And I will leave after disembarking..." Not yet After writing, the paper was taken away. I looked up inexplicably, and saw Lovejoy holding the paper in my hand, pointing to the words on it with relief and saying: "Your decision is correct."

I... haven't finished writing yet.Don't take it so out of context.

I had no choice but to pull out another piece of paper and quickly write down my thoughts on it, "I mean, Karl and I have known each other for too short a time, even if we are sure that we love each other, if the flame of love burns too much, reason will give in. Now that I have decided to go on, I need time to settle this relationship. So I will reject his current marriage proposal. Of course, this does not mean that I will reject his future marriage proposal. I will not leave him when I get off the boat, but I want to It’s not a short time to go and see the situation of the American Dance Troupe. I don’t want to delay his business, so I can go alone for this kind of thing.”

The pen concluded at the end, "I don't think there will be another man who is willing to love me so much that he loses his mind. In return, I am infected by his love, and I am willing to repay him with equal feelings. This has nothing to do with status, wealth, family background , since we love each other, we have to face any difficulties together, even if this kind of relationship goes out one day, there is no need to regret it.”

And if this kind of relationship is not fireworks, but stars, then one day in the near future, I will propose to Carl.