[Titanic] Ticket

Lovejoy was so meticulous in his work that when Lester came out of the bathroom, he lay moaning on his bones, thank God he didn't want to move a finger.

"Sir, you need to dry your hair." A maid with two braids gently pushed him.

"Trouble you." Lester smiled, got up from the bed and sat down on the sofa, the freckled young girl glanced at him while gently brushing his hair.

"Your name--"

"Mary, sir, this is Mary Field."

The young girl is a little bewildered - she doesn't look dissatisfied yet, a good age for a fledgling, doesn't she?

Lester gently pointed to the single sofa on the other side: "No need to wipe it, let's chat for a while, and it will dry by itself in half an hour."

Mary blushed and waved her hands: "I'll just talk to you standing up, sir."

"Then call me Lester, my dear girl. Third class is not so particular."

Lester blinked, and the young girl relaxed—he was such a good-natured man.

"Where's Carl?"

Mary pointed in the direction of the female master bedroom: "Go to Miss Ruth's. They always do this."

The maid's smile looked a bit contemptuous. She probably came from Hockley's family, rather than being recruited temporarily before boarding the ship.

Karl stroked the soft embroidered surface of the sofa, and said softly: "Yes, yes, who can be more considerate and gentle than our Master Karl? I heard that he bought many famous paintings for Miss Ruth? Sorry, Mary, can you Can you give me a cup of hot tea, I feel a little cold."

"Oh, of course, first—no, I mean Lester, this is my negligence, your lips are pale with cold." The maid exclaimed, and hurriedly walked to the tea cabinet and looked up and down. Look, "Lester, have a cup of hot cocoa, it's not a good time for tea at night."

"Please feel free, as long as it's hot." Lester yawned, and pulled the blanket placed on the other side of the sofa to cover his body—that's what rich people are good at, and they never have to worry about food and clothing.

From this point of view, Dupin Roland, that son of a bitch, isn't all that bad.

The maid quickly returned to the sofa with a steaming mug. Lester took the mug from her hand and took a sip from it. When you are sad, drinking something sweet is always easy to relax your mind. Holding the cup, the young man thought lazily—sometimes what the little girl said made sense.

Mary wiped her hands with her bib, and continued the topic just now: "Famous paintings? The young master must have told you - he can't help this face, hey, Miss Ruth likes Picasso, Monet, who knows those What did the poor ghost use to confuse her?"

Lester touched the warm rim of the mug with his fingers, and lowered his eyelashes: "No one can say, maybe one of them can become the next Van Gogh?"

"That's just an inferior person." Mary complained softly, obviously unwilling to say more, "If you ask me, what are these paintings? With Mrs. Bucket around, the young master is not enough to own three more factories .”

Lester raised his eyebrows, indicating that he was interested in this topic.

Mary looked around and moved to the edge of the sofa: "Mrs. Bucket said that if you want to marry Miss Ruth, you must have a priceless treasure to match her—the heart of ocean—"

"Heart of the Ocean."

Lester and Mary looked at each other and smiled——

"All the invitations have been sent out—five hundred! Five hundred! All the high-ranking nobles in the United States will come! If you don't do it now, why are you crazy!"

The loud noise resounded through the entire luxury suite like thunder—with the sound of broken porcelain, Mary ran out the door in horror, holding her skirt: "God, what happened?"

Lester rolled over lazily under the blanket. He was not interested in the young couple arguing. Who would dare to shoot the furious Carl Hockley?

……

Carl returned to the room exhausted, threw himself on the single sofa, rested his forehead on his clenched fists and said nothing.

After a long silence, Lester finally scratched his hair and sat up, patted his sleepy head, "Hey, Carl, are you okay?"

Carl didn't answer, Lester sighed, stood up from the sofa and walked to the tea cabinet, imitating Mary, made a decent cup of hot cocoa and put it in front of him: "Drink some, sweets will make you feel better." some."

Carl was fascinated by the white mist emanating from the mouth of the mug, and it took a while before he spoke—his voice was so hoarse: "...Thank you, Lester."

Lester sighed, sat on the armrest beside him, and coaxed in a gentle voice: "Carl, you don't have to—I mean, don't make it difficult for yourself. You know, you go up and down millions every minute !"

Because of his advanced words, Karl burst out laughing.

Lester rolled his eyes exaggeratedly: "Man, you finally laughed, it's really not a good job to please you!"

"Anyone—you can do it better than anyone, Lester." Carl's tense nerves finally slowed down, and he couldn't explain what it felt like—he had to put it vividly, it was like Schubert's The serenade whirled on the strings, making him feel as if he was immersed in a mass of slowly rippling blue waves.

Lester patted him on the shoulder and walked back to his seat: "Tell me, are you two reconciled?"

Carl lost his mind for a while, and then said softly: "Ruth wanted to break off the engagement—she said she had had enough of me, and I took out the Heart of the Ocean—Satan knew that I was just trying to please her, but she Out of control, claiming I had insulted her. I've always been a curmudgeon—a kid who didn't grow up, Lovejoy always said so."

Lester blew the hair over his eyes intermittently, and said in a breathless voice: "She's a good girl-she doesn't love your money, Carl, if she really Love you, then you gain far more than you lose."

"...I know, so I pursued her desperately." Carl rubbed his shoulders with a frustrated face, "But I can't help it, Lester, she will never respond to me. Pay the debt for Bucket, Haven't I done enough to send out five hundred invitations and send her priceless treasures? Lester, I'm — I'm about to break."

It took Lester a moment to digest the words before he realized that this was a Cal Hockley romance.

He is a businessman. He grew up in such an environment, and in an era when women are still attached to them. Who can expect him to do better?

If Ruth Bukett is a freak among the upper-class aristocrats, then Carl Hockley is undoubtedly an alternative among cold-blooded capitalists.

A perfect match.

pity--

"Carl, Miss Ruth is still young, she just doesn't understand your kindness." Lester said softly—he really regarded this person in front of him as a friend, not a cold supporting role in a movie—he unexpectedly Likeable, at least Leicester's.

Carl raised his head and looked deeply at the young man on the sofa.

Lester's outline is very shallow, and he looks young in the eyes of Westerners. He looks more like a boy, but he is by no means as unreasonable as Ruth - Carl Hockley almost saw him at the first sight. From the very beginning, we can see the person's sophistication and tact.

But at this moment, the other party's gray eyes were full of warmth and sincerity, he really felt that he was good——

Carl's heart softened almost uncontrollably, thick and warm syrup gurgled out of it, dispelling all the coldness and frustration before.

"Thank you, Lester." Carl responded softly, walked to his side and bent down to rub the young man's dry hair - the moonlight poured down from his fingers, washing him clean from the inside out Understood, "Thank you, Lester."

"Hearing this makes my ears callused, Mr. Hockley. Have mercy, go take a shower, I can thank you best for going to bed earlier!" Lester covered his mouth and yawned .