[Titanic] I can't help myself

Winter in England came very early, and it was already dark in just over three o'clock, so after the picnic was over, everyone went back to the castle directly.Moreover, after riding the horse for a day, the hunters were dirty and tired, and they couldn't wait to go back and take a comfortable hot bath.

Lying in the slightly hot water, I couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. Tiredness rushed out of every cell as if I had finally found an outlet. This comfortable feeling made me really want to lie in the bathtub all the time. not come out.

The curtains in the bathroom were not drawn, and the castle was surrounded by open meadows, forests and lakes, and no one could see the interior of the room through this window.But soaking in a bath like this, and then looking through the bright and huge windows, watching how the sky slowly dissipates the gorgeous sunset glow, dotted with sparse stars, is quite interesting.

George dropped a few drops of his own blended essential oils into the water. Once the hot water smoked, the room was filled with an indescribably sweet floral fragrance.I don't like the smell of lavender very much. It smells very strange and a little choking. After a long time, I can faintly smell some flowers.Although native Europeans love this fragrance very much, I still can't accept it because I still have the preference in my previous life.George had no choice but to regard this as my quirk, and mixed some other essential oils in the lavender essential oil to neutralize the special smell before using it for me.

I closed my eyes, took a deep breath of the moist air filled with the fragrance of flowers, and couldn't help feeling drowsy.While half asleep and half awake, I suddenly heard George say, "Master, do you need me to wash your back?"

I was taken aback and realized I had almost fallen asleep, "Oh thanks." I sat up.

George knelt down by the bathtub, first applied a layer of soap for me, and then rubbed it with a sponge. The slightly heavy force felt very good.After rubbing, he began to massage along the muscles on both sides of the spine from top to bottom.

I endured it, and finally I couldn't help laughing, avoiding his hand and shrinking into the water: "Okay, George, no need. You go to rest first, I will call you when I need it." I I am not usually ticklish. When I was a child, my mother teased me to scratch my chin, which almost made me die of laughter. Even seeing other people scratching each other when they were fighting makes me feel itchy all over.

George smiled: "Okay, young master, you can wash it yourself first, and I will prepare clothes for you, but don't fall asleep in the water."

Before dinner, everyone sat and chatted in the small living room.Rose leaned sideways on the armrest of the sofa, her soft waist bent into a charming curve.I walked over and kissed her on the cheek, she turned her face and kissed back, and I took advantage of the opportunity to sit beside her.

"Are your legs bruised? My toes are swollen. You're so cruel." I touched her arm and whispered. She gave me a blank look, but the corners of her mouth curled up, "You deserve it!"

After a while, she leaned over suddenly, with a somewhat depressed expression on her face, revealing a slight mix of excitement, disbelief, and nervousness when a woman talks about gossip, and a little contempt: "Philip Baron Sis proposed to Miss Calhoun!"

My eyes widened: "Baron Phillips?"

"Beth said that a servant saw the scene of Baron Phillips' marriage proposal with his own eyes. Miss Calhoun said that she wanted to think about it, but everyone knew that she was just pretending to be reserved, and she wanted to agree to him immediately." Rose said, "God , Baron Phillips is almost 50 years old, Miss Calhoun is less than 20 years old, and the baron's daughter is older than her. It is really... unimaginable that these two people can get together."

I digested the news. To be honest, I couldn't imagine that Miss Calhoun could choose a man who was more than twice her age when faced with so many bachelors of the right age. Although this is very common in this era, for It's not common for a girl with Miss Calhoun's condition.I didn't know what to express, so I finally had to say: "As long as it is a voluntary marriage, it should be blessed. Miss Calhoun...well, she has her own considerations."

"It's not difficult to guess. After all, Baron Phillips is the major shareholder of Norton Corporation. He has enough wealth and everything, but I don't know if the old man can satisfy a young and energetic little wife..." Luo Si's voice floated over gently, and I almost choked on my own saliva.

"Rose! What have you been reading lately?" I yelled in a low voice, "Mom would never let you read this kind of book!"

Rose changed her sitting position impatiently: "Henry, what age is it now, are you an ancient person who lived 200 years ago?"

"I don't know if I am an ancient person, but I know that this world has not yet developed enough to allow women to talk about this kind of topic in public, if..."

"Stop!" She held up a finger, "I see! Do you want your other foot to swell too?"

I pursed my lips, nodded, and made an OK gesture.Rose squinted at me, and smiled: "It seems that you haven't been rotten to the point of being incurable." Although the word OK is already a relatively common word, for conservative British people, Still a bit too trendy to appear civilian and frivolous.

We sat quietly for a while, and Miss Calhoun was talking to others on the other side. She was a sweet girl with a round face. Baron Phillips with sagging facial skin.The baron is very kind, if he is an elder, he is kind and friendly, but as a husband... I shivered and moved my shoulders uncomfortably.Looking at the young and immature Miss Calhoun, who would have thought that if nothing happened, this girl would soon marry a man older than her father and become the stepmother of a woman older than herself?

"Anyway," Rose suppressed the smile on her face, "I would never marry someone like the Baron. I'd rather die then."

"Come on, don't think so much about Mom..." I paused, "You are the most beautiful rose in England, and if an old man picks it off, she won't be able to forgive herself."

I discussed the technology transfer contract with Hockley for almost two weeks before getting the final result.In this technology transfer, my responsibility and obligation is to provide necessary technical support and solve technical problems that arise during the process of these two technologies being successfully put into production.And Hockley Company will pay me 30% of the technology transfer proceeds as a deposit first, and the remaining 70% will be paid separately after the transformation of the two is successful.However, I am paid separately for the technical support provided by Hockley.

My mother wants Hockley to pay part of the technology transfer in the form of shares in Hockley's company, which is exactly what I mean, but I was surprised to hear her say this request. I always thought that mother only thought of land and cash. is the most reliable.

In the end, after several discussions, the cash that Carl needs to pay has shrunk to 70% of the original amount, but after that, I will own 10% of all the factories that produce large oxygen generators and the factories that use oxygen top-blown converters to make steel under Hockley. shares.

The debt owed by my father has always been the sword of Damocles hanging over the heads of our family. We don’t know when it will deal a fatal blow to us. After the cash from this technology transfer arrives in the account, it seems like an instant. The sword was taken away in a short time, and the feeling of being able to breathe suddenly really made me unforgettable.

My mother also seemed to be ten years younger. The haggardness and aging caused by the oppression of life, which had been covered up by cosmetics and a meticulous and reserved expression, were completely eliminated by the ease brought about by getting rid of debts.

"Chatsworth is really our lucky place, isn't it?" Mother wore a beige silk dress with a few elegant flowers embroidered on the chest, and a light blue circle pinned to her bun. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen her look so relaxed, “There’s only one fiancé left, isn’t it? If Rose can find a suitable husband, everything will be perfect!”

"Mom, Rose hasn't arrived yet. Don't you think it would be better for her to be grandly launched at Buckingham Palace before considering marriage? If a woman gets married without having experienced her first season, she will regret it for the rest of her life."

"There is nothing to look forward to in the first season." The mother waved her hand nonchalantly and said, "It's just wearing a white skirt, wearing white feathers on the head, dancing with unmarried gentlemen in the palace, the final goal is not all In order to find a suitable husband? You can dance whenever you want, but you can’t meet a good husband at any ball.”

At this point, my mother leaned over and said in a low voice, "What do you think of Mr. Hockley?"

I froze for a moment, and then said for a long time: "What is it? Mom, you don't want Rose to marry him, do you?"

"Why not?" Mother raised her eyebrows proudly, "It's rare to see such an outstanding young man these days. He has a noble blood, a successful career, and good looks, except that he is an American. It’s a pity, but everything else can be said to be perfect.”

I took a sip of tea and said slowly, "I thought you would want Rose to marry a nobleman. After all, if you marry Karl, she will go to America."

"That's not necessarily the case, Henry. Mr. Hockley has both real estate and business in England, and he always has time to come back in a year. Besides, how much time does a married girl have to go home, but it's just the distance." The mother leaned back in the chair comfortably, "Although I am a woman, I am not ignorant of politics. Although we nobles still occupy the seats in the House of Lords, anyone with a discerning eye can see that the House of Lords is no longer useful." Yes. All the new decrees are aimed at making the nobles bleed. The land is our dignity, but if we only rely on the land and the inheritance of our ancestors, within three generations we will leave here dejected and penniless. "

The idea of ​​giving up part of the cash to pay with shares when signing the contract has already surprised me. I really didn't expect my mother to see the current situation of the nobles so thoroughly. After all, most people of her age think that the current low tide is only temporary. Yes, the glory of nobility will return one day.

"You really... opened my eyes, Mom." I smiled.