[Titanic] True Love Is Eternal

I could start to feel the temperature drop in the night, the fire burning in the marble fireplace.Carl came out of the room in a hurry. He changed his clothes, an ordinary three-piece light-colored suit, with a long coat in his hand and walked and put it on.He said to me quickly: "It's very late now, I'll ask the maid to change your pajamas for you, so go to bed early and don't wait for me to come back."

I sat on the beech leather chair by the fireplace, casually put on a female fox fur collar coat, and held the rose that Karl proposed, watching the flames of the fireplace in silence.

Carl casually ordered the maid on the side, "Make some hot tea for the lady. If you need food, ask the waiter to go to the kitchen and order the chef on duty at night." After he finished speaking, he straightened his coat.

I looked up and saw that there was a gentle smile on his brows and eyes, and the violent viciousness seemed to have melted away without a trace.He turned to see me, and the softness became even more irrepressible.

"Don't worry, I'll get Jack Dawson out, even though I hate him." Carl pursed his lips and smiled, talking about Jack was as indifferent as talking about a plastic vase. "I will clear his grievances and pay him compensation. This is actually an accident. Everything will calm down before disembarking. I will not let others get in our way, no one."

He was decisive and said with a very confident smile.It is conceivable that he has returned to being the rich second generation who has everything he wants, is extremely energetic, and is especially capable of tossing around.

I could only look at him helplessly, as long as I thought of accidentally agreeing to his marriage proposal and all the messy things after getting off the boat, I felt tired.But seeing that guy Carl smiling like a fool, I couldn't help but want to be silly with him.I even feel that the rose in my hand is the most beautiful thing I have ever received in my life.

Carl tidied up his clothes, walked quickly to my side, bent over and kissed my cheek, the movement was natural and smooth.He said softly, "Good night."

The passion in his eyes was brighter than the flames in the fireplace. I bowed my head, lifted the rose up, and kissed the petals. "Good night, Carl," I replied.

A warm and peaceful emotional exchange was completed in an instant. I looked at each other for a few seconds, and I could clearly see the emotion in each other's eyes.

I think even if the future is doomed to be difficult and chaotic, this kind of emotion and dedication can support me to go on.

Karl stroked the collar of my coat with both hands, and gathered the open neckline together with all his strength, fearing that I would be too cold and said loudly: "Pay attention to the coal fire in the fireplace, don't go out."

After speaking, he stood up straight and walked out steadily. Lovejoy, who had been standing beside him, followed with a blank expression.As long as he doesn't find a way to kill me, I have to admit that his loyalty to Carl is really admirable.

I watched the door close before I leaned back in the chair and looked at the light above my head.Carl intends to go directly to the chief of pickets to elute Jack's charges.Putting the roses on the table, I closed my eyes and curled up in the chair, buried my head in the fur collar and planned to take a nap and wait for Carl to come back.

The engagement was bound to cause an uproar, but to Carl, it seemed he didn't care about the serious consequences he would bear.He was extremely insecure and wanted to settle down with me. The painful anxiety made me want to turn a blind eye.

I leaned against the back of the chair in a trance and slowly fell into a sleepy state. Only in the quietness could I clearly feel the slack that NO.14 was about to end.As long as the ship slows down, the ship probably won't be so unlucky that it can't even turn.Unless the watchman and the crew on duty collectively skipped work, the ship would not be so stupid as to hit the iceberg by itself.He remembered that Carl went to look for Ismay in the afternoon, but the news he waited for was that Carl was almost hit by someone and gave him a concussion.

This news and the subsequent framing left me no time to ask what happened to the negotiations on the slowdown of Carl's ship.He even forgot to ask him just now, because he still had to rush to get the innocent Jack back.If Carl was intercepted by Ruth before he could find Ismay, would the ship slow down?After all, no one knows the seriousness of this matter, so even if there is a verbal agreement, it will be delayed until tomorrow before slowing down.

This thought surprised me, and I was afraid that it was my paranoid delusions caused by paranoia and nervousness.

"Miss." Someone called me politely.

When I opened my eyes, it was Ruth's personal maid, carrying a silver plate with a china tea set on it.I reached out and rubbed the bridge of my nose between my eyes, and asked her, "What's your name?" To be honest, I didn't know many people here after so long. Remember the name.

"Judy." Judy poured me tea and asked in a low voice, "Do you need anything else?"

"No need." I reached out to take the tea cup she handed over, with a slice of fresh lemon floating on it, and continued to ask her, "Where is Ruth?"

"Miss Ruth went out, she didn't say where she was going." Judy answered me very conscientiously, touching her white apron with both hands, without being overly enthusiastic or showing any other emotions.

I nodded to her to show that I understood.She probably guessed where Ruth was going. She should have gone to the chief of pickets, hoping to persuade them to let Jack go.And Rufu was basically ashamed, at least until Carl didn't really let go of her, she would be too cautious to do anything.

Holding the saucer, I casually glanced at the clock in Roman numerals above the fireplace.The hands of the clock moved forward slowly, 10:14... In another [-] minutes, the long NO.[-] will pass.

Eleven forty... This number flashed through my brain, I stared blankly at the clock, watching it walk past bit by bit along the predestined track.The power of the hands of the watch was beginning to vibrate, this vibration extending from the depths of silence came suddenly and without warning.The air and light also seemed to feel this power, and the whole space trembled, from below, to the chair legs, and climbed up my body, and a trembling tremor touched the teacup in my hand.

In teacups on saucers, dark tea is shaken with light lemon slices.Teak wood paneling, those fine golden floating gold rotated in this continuous vibration of moderate size.

It just dawned on me that it was a hallucination caused by my exhaustion of staring at the colors in the room, barely blinking.Slowly, the trembling was disappearing, and the clock on the Roman numerals was still moving. The time force of this movement did not disappear with the quiet room, but brought another terrible sense of urgency.

I couldn't take a deep breath, not even a breath.

The teacup in my hand no longer showed any signs of trembling, only my fingers were incredibly stiff.

Judy supported the table in doubt, and complained, "Is the boat malfunctioning? Why is there such a big shake."

This complaint finally brought me to my senses, and I suddenly threw the teacup on the table, jumped up and ran to the private deck.I rushed to the window, and quickly opened the window vigorously with my hand. The sea breeze outside and the mist mixed with light whiskers hit the air together.

I looked far behind the boat, the boat was still moving, the sea water formed a tumbling white road, and at the end of the white waves, an iceberg was gradually disappearing.

The cold spread from my fingertips holding the window to my skin in an instant, and the sub-zero temperature instantly reached my heart, making me shiver.

I finally breathed with difficulty, and the white carbon dioxide disappeared into the air.

The hand holding the window was clenched into a fist, and I smashed the window sill hard.I think this wreck is going to sink.