Although Carl was reluctant, Fabrizio still insisted on going back to the cabin.

"Okay, okay, big boy, are you worried about that Jack?" Carl couldn't change Fabrizio's decision, and he was a little downcast.

Hearing Carl mention Jack, Fabrizio's eyes flashed a trace of melancholy, but he couldn't hide it from Carl's eyes.

"Carl, Jack is my friend." Fabrizio sighed, and the irreconcilable conflict between Carl and Jack made him in a dilemma.

"You've always been so tolerant, or conniving, to him." Carl raised his eyebrows, with an arrogant expression on his face, clearly expressing his dislike for Jack.

Even if he doesn't like Rose anymore, Carl will naturally not have a good face when facing Jack who seduces his fiancée.

"It's not like that." Fabrizio sighed. He didn't care about Jack, but it didn't mean he was pampering Jack.

There is only one real reason, and that is Jack's death.In the movie, Jack finally died in the cold sea for Rose.

The passionate love between Rose and Jack came to a regretful end with the sinking of the Titanic.

Even if Fabrizio was a narrow-minded person who would die two days after knowing Jack, it wouldn't matter so much.

Carl's heart moved, he thought of Fabrizio once said that after the sinking of the Titanic, most people died.

Could it be that Jack is one of them?

"Big boy, do you still remember what you said last night?" Carl asked suddenly, looking at Fabrizio intently, not letting go of his expression.

"Last night?" Fabrizio became nervous, did he do something rude last night?

Frowning and thinking hard, Nuonuo asked Karl: "Did I do anything irreversible?"

"It's nothing, just laying in my arms, crying and begging me not to leave you, big boy." It seemed that he didn't remember, Carl recalled Fabrizio's seductive appearance when he was drunk, a little disappointed, his face With a smile on his face, teasing.

"That's impossible!" Fabrizio put on a straight face, he didn't know whether to trust Carl, thinking of that scene, his cheeks were a little hot, and he glared at Carl: "I'm going back to the cabin, goodbye. "

With a indulgent smile on Carl's face, he watched Fabrizio's leaving back. Hidden in his black hair, his ears whiter than pearls turned pink, shy?What a dishonest little guy.

"Next, I'm going to see Mr. Esme, I hope he'd better be honest." Carl said to himself.

No wonder the little guy tried his best to dispel Esme's idea of ​​speeding up the Titanic. Since the little guy worked so hard, he certainly wouldn't give up.

Esme is enjoying the sunshine and sea breeze on the deck, lying on a rattan bench, and the small table next to it is filled with juices and typical dishes.

"Good day, Mr. Esme." Carl pulled the chair aside and sat down: "It's really a good enjoyment."

The waiter next to him brought Carl juice with ice cubes.

"Mr. Carl, what a wonderful sea breeze, blowing on me, even the sorrows have dissipated." Esme laughed, raised the juice, and gestured to Carl.

"Probably." Carl approached Esme casually, blinking his eyes: "But unfortunately, I turned out to be enjoying the sea breeze on the Olympic."

Before Carl finished speaking, the blood on Esme's face faded completely, and the juice glass in his hand fell to the deck with a bang, splashing glass shards all over the floor.

Damn it, how did this kid know?For the sake of insurance money, White Star Company simply repaired the Olympic and disguised it as the Titanic. As long as there is a little accident, they can get a huge amount of compensation and let the whole company tide over the difficulties.

"Carl, this joke is not funny at all. The Olympic is under maintenance, so don't make fun of me." Esme tried her best to restrain her expression, and responded to Carl pretending to be relaxed.

"Oh, dear Mr. Esme, you know in your heart whether what I said is true or not." Karl looked at Esme's loss of composure casually, and he waved his hand: "The important thing now is that your plan comes first. It's all right."

Esme carefully watched Carl's expression, and found that he didn't seem to want to expose their plan, so he was relieved, and couldn't help complaining: "Carl, you are simply a detective, well, I admit what you said. Damn it Yes, our plan is certainly sound."

He almost forgot that Karl is also one of the shareholders of White Star Company, and this is also related to Karl's interests, but he has no reason to expose all this.

"Hell, do you want to kill everyone?" Hearing Esme's own confession, Carl gritted his teeth. He knew that he would rather take the Carpathia, at least it was safe.

"Relax, Carl, we've all planned, the California is around the corner, and it's got 3000 woolen sweaters and blankets on it, enough for the Olympic... ahem, enough for all the passengers on the Titanic. "Esme confidently assured Karl.

"This is the best, Esme, but I don't worry about it." Carl drank the juice in his hand and chewed the ice cubes, as if he wanted to tear the flesh of Esme : "My steward Spicer has to keep an eye on the contact telegraph the whole time, and this ship has to slow down."

"Okay, okay, do whatever you want." Esme had to agree, Carl is really a cautious and timid guy.

In the third-class cabin, Fabrizio was very eye-catching in his neat attire. He ignored all kinds of unclear sights and pushed open the cabin door.

"Fabrizio, you are finally back." Jack, who was painting, jumped up happily when he saw him.

"Jack." Fabrizio smiled and climbed onto the bed.

"Fabrizio, I have something to say." Jack stood up resolutely, looked at Fabrizio with sincerity and firmness: "I apologize to you for the dispute last night, please forgive me, my friend."

Looking at his friend's clean eyes, Jack felt a little flustered and felt a little difficult to breathe, as if he was about to suffocate, but in just a few seconds, Jack felt as if a lifetime had passed.

"I forgive you, Jack." Fabrizio looked back at Jack. The blue eyes of this handsome young man were begging, which made him hard-hearted.

"I knew it, Fabrizio, my best friend." Jack excitedly walked aside, picked up a sketchbook and handed it to him with a showy look: "This is a gift for apology , you must accept it."

The thick sketchbook was opened, and it was full of a boy, front, side, back, laughing, angry... This slender and thin beautiful boy appeared vividly on the paper, with a signature on the lower right corner: Jack Dawson.

"Thank you for the gift, Jack, I will definitely treasure it." Fabrizio looked at him sincerely.

"You're welcome." Jack smiled silly, raised his hand and scratched his hair rudely.

Jack was relieved to reconcile with his friends as before. At this time, the taste of love surged into his heart, and he desperately wanted to meet Rose, that beautiful and charming girl.

Thinking of the reason for his dispute with Fabrizio, he swallowed the words on his lips. Fabrizio doesn't like him being with Rose very much, so he will go to Rose secretly.

After greeting everyone, Jack walked out of the cabin, trying to find Rose in the hall, but was stopped by someone.

Rose succumbed to her mother's pleading. She wanted to cut off relations with Jack, but lost to Jack's persistence.

After two people in love experienced a small twists and turns, Rose decided to get rid of it all, get rid of that rough fiancé, get rid of those empty lives, and she wanted to enjoy love and enjoy every day.

"Jack, isn't it great?" Rose brought her lover into her luxury cabin, and introduced everything to Jack with a charming smile: "The light is bright enough."

"Yes, but Rose, what do you want to do?" Jack couldn't understand Rose's intentions, so he couldn't help asking.

"Of course it's painting, dear." Rose smiled affectionately at Jack, walked into the bedroom and took off her clothes.

Jack had set up all the tools, and while he was sharpening the charcoal pencils, Rose came out wearing a black gauze gown, went to sit in front of the sofa, with a shy blush on her face, and slowly took off the last piece of clothing on her body.

The girl's beautiful body was naked in front of Jack, and Jack immediately became short of breath, then suppressed it, controlled his emotions, and asked Rose to adjust her posture.

Jack quickly sketched the outline of Rose on the drawing board, clearly depicting her plump breasts, slender waist, and charming legs. This feeling is almost like touching his lover's smooth skin with his own hands. .

The whole room was filled with the atmosphere of art, and that kind of strong love impacted the two young people, not only Rose was shy, but Jack also blushed.

Rose, who was immersed in it, did not expect that she forgot to lock the door.

The floors of the upper cabins are covered with thick Turkish carpets, which make no sound at all when stepped on.

Rose's mother, Mrs. Bucket, and Carl walked slowly on the aisle. Of course, Carl knew what her intentions were.

"Rose has always been self-willed, Carl, I only have her as one daughter, oh, I spoiled her." Mrs. Bucket looked at Carl apologetically, desperately speaking good things for Rose.

"Of course, ma'am, as long as Rose does what a fiancée should do, after all, she is still young." Carl said meaningfully with his usual arrogant smile.

"That's for sure, Rose is the best." Mrs. Bucket thought it was Karl who forgave Rose's little waywardness again, and laughed, pushing open the door of Rose's room.

The situation in the room can be seen at a glance, Rose lying naked on the sofa sideways, and Jack who is painting.

Mrs. Bucket stood there dumbfounded as if struck by lightning. She wished she could faint immediately!The reputation of the Bookett family is all over!

Carl, on the other hand, watched all this with a blank face.

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