[Titanic] Ticket

Perhaps because of Lester's existence, Jack didn't talk to Ruth about the topic of ice fishing at sea. He almost pulled Ruth's arm inward, but Miss Ruth, who was rebellious, obviously didn't like it. Willing to submit to this inexplicable young man——she almost screamed and struggled, but no accident, she slipped down!

"God! Lester, why are you still standing, come and help!" Jack dragged Ruth who was hanging outside the railing with difficulty—for Pavarotti's sake, her scream was almost Almost deafened Jack's ears.

Lester came out from the shadow of the deck with his hands outstretched: "I thought your atmosphere was just right—well, stop staring at me, and listen to me counting to three, Miss Bucket, believe me, you can do it There it is! One-two-three!"

With all his strength, Jack held Ruth by the waist and pulled her to the inside of the railing. Lester jumped back a few steps to avoid the tragic end of being rolled into a ball.

"Hey man, give me a hand - I feel my waist - oh god..." Jack moaned and stretched out his hand, he was under Ruth's whole body - the girl was almost scared to death, The whole person was lying on the ground trembling, and the eye makeup was blurred into a black paste by tears—tsk, if Karl saw this.

Lester sneered and stretched out his hand to pull Jack up——

"Hey, what do you guys do! Get out of the way, step aside! If you dare to move, I'll call the security guard!" The three crew members who heard the screams quickly ran out of the inner cabin, venomously He scolded them—his eyes were full of disgust and contempt for the poor third-class passengers.

Lester raised his hands and stepped back: "Don't be nervous, gentlemen, this lady wanted to jump into the sea just now-my friend and I saved her. You should call Mr. Carl Hockley, Miss Bucket needs His consolation."

"...do you know Mr. Hockley?" the crew member asked hesitantly.

Lester shrugged, showing a slightly condescending smile: "You should have called him - get the blanket and brandy ready, instead of arguing with me on such a small matter, shouldn't you?"

"God, he really looks like a damn nobleman in the first class." The crew complained in their hearts, and they didn't dare to neglect to find someone.

……

The night fog was cold and wet, and Lester touched the cool blond hair on his cheek—hell, it felt wetter than before going out, and then rubbed his arms fiercely: "Damn it, this weather is terrible It's going to freeze people's fingers off."

"So you should take out your friend's coat too." Carl Hockley's haughty voice came from behind, and a warm, thick blanket slammed on him - it was not Lovejoy's handwriting. Well, the old butler, who has always been humble and polite, can't do such an impolite thing.

Lester sniffed and rolled up the blanket tightly, and said with a gentle smile, "You're here, go and see Miss Bucket, she's a little bit not well—you know, it was really a critical moment just now."

Carl frowned and grabbed his arm: "You go with me and tell me what happened."

Lester wanted to break away - the man's fingers were as strong as steel, he rolled his eyes and muttered: "Ssh, why did you call me about your young couple. Carl, this is your absolute Great opportunity to perform."

Karl twitched the corner of his mouth coldly, strode up to Ruth, the muscles on his face twisted, and he couldn't help showing an expression of disgust: "Ruth, you can't be quiet like those noble ladies, Be more obedient? You know, I just signed a huge check for Mrs. Bucket-for your clothes and jewelry in several boxes, for the sake of money, can you save me some trouble?"

Ruth, wrapped in a heavy coat and still sobbing, stiffened almost immediately. She jumped up—like a raging lioness—and slapped Carl with her hand: "Go away! You hypocrisy The rich, who wants your money! Is this what you call love—”

She could hardly cry, covered her face and ran all the way into the cabin. Carl gave Lovejoy a wink, and the loyal old housekeeper immediately chased after him knowingly.

"Hmm—you should be more tactful. God, your face doesn't look very good." Lester frowned and said disapprovingly. He took out a handkerchief from his pocket, dipped it in some brandy, and gently Carl's face was pressed hard--Ruth's long nails scored three cuts in it, and she was really serious.

Carl hissed and put his hands on Lester's shoulders: "I was so angry that she ran out of the dinner party - I became the laughing stock of the whole first class cabin. Her mother - the insatiable Mrs. Bucket Open mouth to my lion, I've had enough of these days—oh, Lester, take it easy!"

Lester crumpled up the handkerchief and stuffed it into his pocket, raised his chin: "Don't tell me this - it sounds like I'm about to be silenced for being forced to listen to Mr. Hockley's troubled heart. Look at that The blond boy, Jack Dawson, who saved Miss Bucket."

Carl said casually, "Oh, give him $20."

"It's not good, Carl. He's Miss Buckett's savior—let all the first-class gentlemen and wives see that you are willing to do everything for your fiancée." Lester shook his head, Leaning closer to his ear, "Everyone—Carl. They will think you're a good man, and of course the fault is your lovely and charming fiancee, isn't it?"

Karl tilted his head—the blond young man was breathing wonderfully, and he felt his ears burn a little, and he took a deep look at Lester—the young man's gray eyes sparkled—God, this is so much worse The stars over the Atlantic Ocean are even more beautiful.

Carl cleared his throat, "You're right, I'll ask Lovejoy to invite him later. Now, you come back to my room with me, you need a hot shower - maybe a brandy? "

Lester smiled. "I like the proposal."

……

When Carl took Lester back to the room, Lovejoy and several maids were guarding the door of the mistress' bedroom. The loyal old housekeeper's eyes lit up, and he greeted him as if seeing a savior: "Master, come back gone."

"Still making trouble?" Carl asked with a sneer, and from the corner of his eyes, he watched Lester huddling into the sofa like a lazy cat, with his wet hair resting on the backrest, soaking a small piece of light green embroidered fabric into darkened.

Lovejoy took the coat he took off: "Mrs. Bucket has been in for half an hour, and Miss Ruth still refuses to compromise. Let me tell you—you broke her heart."

Carl waved his hand and said tiredly, "I'll be there later. You put this down first, and prepare hot water and change clothes for Lester. He has to live here today."

Lovejoy replied respectfully, "Yes, sir."