[Titanic] Ticket

"Hey, don't frown, Carl, you look so angry that you want to chop up that reporter just now." Lester and Ruth changed places without a trace, and they got into the same carriage—— — Mrs. Bucket looked disgruntled, but Ruth dragged her away with great discernment, and within five minutes of getting off the boat, God knows, she got them into a lot of trouble.

Karl pressed him on the carriage seat and gnawed him hard, and asked with a frown, "You don't care at all?"

"We all know that's a lie, sweetie. It's the rule of this society - if we fight it, we're probably going to spend the rest of our lives behind bars, and I don't want to see that." Lester Gently reassuring, he seemed so sensible, which made Karl feel very frustrated.

The rich man huddled in a corner of the carriage, let out a loud sneer, and then turned his head angrily, looking like he didn't want to speak a word to him anymore.

To be honest, he understands the status quo better than Leicester. This is a relatively closed and conservative era. Even in the United States, what can be given to them is not understanding and support, but heavy shackles and charges. That didn't stop him from being angry.

When Lester first set foot on this land, he seemed to be a different person. His indifference, worldliness, and even superb social skills surfaced unabashedly, like layers of thick plaster. He is wrapped from head to toe.

Then let him love the society, he seems to be adjusting well anyway!

Of course Lester understands what Karl is angry about. He knows his bad habits - but he can't change it. Who can use three days to change the habit of 30 years? It made him clearly realize that even if time goes back 100 years, this is still a real society.

He walked in the turbulence caused by the crowd, the first thing he had to do was to protect himself—no matter how despicable and unflattering the means were.

"where are we going?"

Lester clasped the back of Carl's hand, his fingers were cold—in fact, they have always been like this, Carl habitually held his palm with his backhand, these small movements he has already called handy, Carl was silent for a while before compromising Sighing: "The White Rhododendron Manor, located in Long Island, was my mother's favorite place during her lifetime. It has beautiful scenery and a pleasant climate. I guarantee you will like it. It is a lovely place."

"Gosh, a well-known rich area, huh? It seems that I really got a big buck, and I really should open a bottle of champagne to celebrate." Lester raised his eyebrows, "It sounds like I can't look forward to it."

Carl laughed softly. He reached out and touched Lester's cheek, jokingly said: "Don't take the opportunity to ask me for a drink, boy, you have ruined a lot of bottles."

"Come on, Carl, don't say that in a 'you spoiled a lot of girls' tone, I'm going to get picked up by the NYPD."

……

White Rhododendron Manor, as Carl said, is a very lovely and pleasing place.

All the maids and male servants in the manor were waiting at the gate early. Lovejoy hugged the head of a serious-faced old butler. They seemed to have a good relationship.

The path paved with goose yellow and milky white pebbles is fresh and elegant, and the fence is covered with tender green rose vines. Some windows of the house are very distinctive mosaic stained glass, and you can even see the merciful face of the Virgin Mary from the outside. Carl handed the salute to the butler, and explained to him: "My mother is a very devout Christian, she left these, out of everyone's nostalgia for the former mistress, I left them."

In terms of land area, the White Rhododendron Manor is not too big, but the Hockley family also has a vast grassland around it. He told Lester that there are some horses behind the manor. If he wants, he can even run here every day. Go up two laps.

Walking into the bright and clean foyer, Lester was almost blinded by the gleaming decorations, and Mrs. Bucket, who has always been proud of herself, also showed some uneasiness. She lowered her head and checked her attire. Then he stepped on an antique Persian carpet the size of a palm and worth an ounce of gold, carefully but calmly. "Be careful where you step, poor ghost." A soft and pleasant voice came from the stairs, and Lester raised his head. A thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl rested her hands on the railing, and looked at her with light brown eyes similar to Carl's. Among them, she was very beautiful, but her immature face had an arrogance that was stronger than this beauty—she looked like a miniature version of Carl Hockley.

She seemed to have had enough of seeing at last, and she walked down the stairs slowly and gracefully, her satin skirt brushed across the carpet - she was as deft as a Russian blue cat, even though she was wearing platform high-heeled shoes, she didn't utter a word. At the slightest sound, the little girl stepped forward and hugged Carl, and said briskly, "Welcome back, brother."

"Are you feeling better, Catherine?" Carl kissed the back of the little girl's hand, and she generously held up her skirt to return the salute. Every movement was so delicate that no one could find a single mistake.

"Thank you for your concern, brother. White Rhododendron Manor is a good place to recuperate. Butlers Mei and Henry are very attentive." Catherine blinked her big eyes with thick eyelashes, then turned her head and dragged her noble voice and said slowly, "You seem to have something to say, Miss Bucket. Don't look at me like that, of course I've heard your name - after all you're by far the most likely candidate for my sister-in-law, the unorthodox Ruth Bucket Miss Te."

Ruth had an offended expression on her face: "I really don't understand—you are still so young, why do you have to be like this, mean, indifferent, and strictly abide by etiquette."

"It doesn't sound like a good word." Catherine smirked coldly, "Thank you for your compliment."

Ruth looked like she was about to give up talking to everyone named Hockley, and she let out a loud breath: "Miss Hockley, I have to say, your information is out of date, and now, I can't be your My sister-in-law. Your brother's true love—oh, listen to the noble name, I dare not compete with Lester, do I?"

Jessica grabbed her by the hair and yanked it back: "Shut up, bitch. If you dare send Lester to jail, I'll drown you in the Hudson River. —even a hundred more Jacks won't help."

The two women seemed to be about to engage in martial arts. Jack and Ash hurriedly fought beside him, but Catherine unexpectedly didn't comment on it. She seemed to have not seen everything in front of her. Walking towards the dining table, he ordered softly, "Let the kitchen serve the food, Mei. My brother must be very hungry."

The dinner dishes were very rich, but except for a few people, no one tasted it. When Catherine wiped her mouth and sat down in a dignified manner, almost the whole table was relieved.

"Butler Henry, are the rooms ready?" Catherine asked softly to the butler standing upright beside her.

The old butler with a serious face replied briefly: "Yes, Miss."

"That's good, let's take them up there." Catherine nodded to Carl casually with a cold and reserved expression, "Leave me a light in the library, I want to finish yesterday's book."

"Okay, miss."

……

Lester was assigned to a guest room on the third floor, which was neither too bad nor too good compared to the environment of the entire White Rhododendron Manor, but it was undoubtedly the farthest from Carl's master bedroom—— It seemed that the quiet Miss Catherine was not superficially indifferent to him.

The young man was sitting on the edge of the bed, wiping his wet blond hair while thinking, with a smile full of interest on his face. Someone knocked on the door, and the personal maid who was highly relied on by Catherine came in. To be honest, she As if holding a letter from the Queen, she informed him with a majestic and proud expression that "Miss is waiting for you in the library".

"You're not even going to let me spend the night in the white cuckoo are you?" These were the first words Lester uttered when he arrived at the library and met someone.

The young Miss Hockley who behaved extraordinaryly held a candlestick and stood among the books all over the floor. The light nightgown was wrapped around her curvaceous body, and the candlelight and shadows intertwined. Her whole body seemed to be shrouded in dusk. of Aphrodite.

The young man was leaning against the door quite lazily, he didn't even intend to take a step forward - he had spent 16 years in the red light district, and in some ways he might even be much more proficient than the girl in front of him, saying After all, Catherine has always been a reserved nobleman, and it is impossible for her to lose all her bets for an insignificant person.

Catherine looked at him quietly, and answered after a while: "You are very smart, smarter than I thought—smarter than everyone in this house."

Lester smiled softly: "It sounds like the highest compliment, but I don't know if Karl will agree with it."

Catherine didn't pay attention to him, but just said to herself: "My mother is weak and sick, and she can hardly walk on the ground after giving birth to me. She loves my brother very much, but my father doesn't allow him to disturb her from time to time. She can only give all her love to him." bet on me..."

"So, he is your Eros?"

Catherine paused for a moment, and looked at Lester earnestly with those light brown eyes that looked like smoke—this might be the first serious look she gave to outsiders tonight: "...a fresh metaphor, but from a certain To a certain extent, it’s not wrong. What I take away, I must return.”

Lester stood up straight, strode into the room, and approached the little girl holding the candlestick with icy eyes—until he clearly saw some fear and anxiety in her eyes that matched her age, the young man He smiled gently again: "It's time for you to sleep, Catherine—I hope you don't mind me calling it that. For your health, and for your brother's sincere concern. Good night, little girl, then."

Lester walked out of the room, and he heard the little girl say something behind his back.

"You are what this sinsen close."

Lester shrugged indifferently: "Then get down—don't make it look like who the hell cares!"