[Titanic] Ticket

Victor saw Lester for the first time in his office that afternoon. He forgot the way the sunlight pierced through the glass windows, and he only felt that his eyes were bright. Clara opened the door, and he followed behind Hockley. Come in, he looks like a college student who has just walked out of school, but his eyes lack interest and enthusiasm. He looks too sophisticated and calm, like a deep lake in the forest. down-and-out musician.

Victor had to admit that he rarely felt that way, and curiosity was always the worst way to go.He ignores the unappetizing Hockley beside him, a short start that is equally destined for a tragic end.

The door was opened, Victor tidied up his scattered thoughts, his wife walked in from the outside, put down the dinner plate, and lifted her chin reservedly, she had a beautiful face and a slender figure that was sought after, with curly golden hair Her short hair fell on her shoulders, her green eyes were like the bluest sky, "You should eat something, Rome wasn't built in a day." She glanced at his pile of documents, and suggested calmly and gently.

Victor glanced at the dinner plate on the table. There was wine in a silver cup, and a piece of blueberry meringue cake on a white porcelain plate, decorated with fresh basil leaves, as delicate as a work of art.

Victor put down his pen and rubbed the space between his brows. He had been looking at this document half an hour ago, but he hadn't made any progress. He didn't intend to tell Emily about this, because he knew she didn't care.Victor picked up the fork and gestured for her to sit down opposite him. She should have gone over to help her open the chair, but because he was in a bad mood, this step was skipped.

"Catherine sent an invitation," Emily said softly, looking at her with amorous eyes, "I miss her, but she's playing like crazy outside," she complained, all intimacy.

Victor didn't look up, he understood why she came, after all, there was always such a drama between them, "I'll tell Claire to wait for you at Macy's this afternoon."

Emily showed a genuine smile. She tidied up the latest silk dress on her body. She has several cabinets of clothes, silk, linen, and Egyptian cotton, but she is the daughter of the Viscount, the mistress of Messi, There are so many entertainments, who would think there are too many skirts, after all, she is an out-and-out beautiful woman!

Emily came up to give him a kiss, and Victor was unmoved, "Thank you, no one is happier than me." She said, with a sweet and happy smile on her face, "I can buy another A set of jewellery? The old ones are old, and you know Karl always buys the best ones for Catherine."

Victor nodded, disgusted by the name, Emily walked out lightly, she was busy getting ready to go out, she didn't have time to wait for him to finish eating the cake and take away the plate, he pushed away the A few mouthfuls of overly sweet snacks and a little wine made him feel better.

He leaned back in his chair and tried to reconnect the part that had been broken, Lester, yes, Lester, he said the name silently, it was not a painful memory, after all, the young man always put Things are done seamlessly, and even rejection is not irritating.Their relationship ended with a kiss, a kiss with sea breeze and vodka, and he remembered that lips were dry and soft, like a small spark, burning and warming.

When the glass of wine was emptied, the butler came in with his son, and the little one flung himself into his arms screaming, sweat on his brow, looking utterly excited, "Daddy!" he yelled , climbed onto his knees, and fell on his shoulders.

"Stand still, Siwen." Victor took off his shoes for him and stroked his hair, "Is your class over?"

"Yes, Dad," said the boy. He was about five years old, with thick black curly hair and a pair of flexible blue eyes. He was taller than his peers, taking into account the advantages of both parents. "We're going to see the godfather, I heard what Caroline said." He opened his eyes expectantly. Caroline is Emily's personal maid, and she always loves him unreservedly.

"We will go." Victor replied briefly, and carried him across the corridor. The spring sun shone in from the floor-to-ceiling windows, dividing large blocks of light and shade on the ground. He walked over without squinting. Notice the intricate details in the historic home or the primroses blooming in the lawn.

"I miss Vincent, I have prepared a gift." Siwen said dancing, with a smile on his immature face, like a vibrant sapling. He had an unusually good relationship with the boy from Hockley's family. Probably because the kid was more like Lester, there were endless words and letters between them. Except for Carl, everyone was very satisfied with the situation.

"He will definitely like it." Victor said, he hugged Siwen up a little, the little guy laughed happily, his eyes were shining, as if hundreds of stars were hidden.

"You won't lie to me, will you?" he asked cautiously, and after a while sighed dejectedly, hanging his head, "but my handwork is terrible, and I shouldn't refuse the godfather's help."

"Siwen, the heart is more important than everything." Victor said, his little boy stared at him, he smiled, the smile was not stiff, it was a heartfelt smile that every parent would show, filled Into love and other warm substances, "He'll love it, just like you love him."

The little boy was completely encouraged. He cheered and urged him to start early.

That's it, Victor thought, he's happy enough, the most important thing in his life is in his arms, he can laugh, he can cry, but he's alive and warm , unlike his parents who were sleeping at the bottom of the North Atlantic Ocean, they left nothing to his life except thoughts.Sivan gave him a good reason to cheer up and live, and for his son, he could tolerate Emily for a long time, even though there was no love between them.

"Dad, do you like the godfather?" That was the question Siwen asked him a long time later.

"I love him," he said, "but I was too late."

Victor knows that life is always a balance. He lost Lester, but at the same time he also has Western, they represent different meanings, but he loves them, and has never regretted it, that's all.