[Titanic] Where Your Heart Goes

Many crew members rushed out, butler Lai Fujie was looking for Karl.Carl smiled when he saw Lai Fujie. He just didn't want the handsome blond boy to know about his relationship with Rose—at least not now, it's even more difficult for a man with a fiancée to date a man— —The appearance of butler Lai Fujie solved this problem very well.

"Lai Fujie, Rose wanted to commit suicide just now, and a boy in her 20s went to save her. Thank that boy for me... Well, don't mention my name." Carl smiled after saying this, and he He took out a stack of banknotes from his pocket, "Give it to him as a thank you, one hundred dollars, don't let Rose see it."

Yes, you must not let your fiancée see it, or the noble girl who was just frightened finds out that her fiancé is so grateful to her savior... Rose will definitely feel that she is important, not what her fiancé originally wanted to do Trying to please the blond boy.

"Yes, master." As a qualified housekeeper, Lai Fujie took the money and hurried to the stern without asking further questions.

Carl's eyesight is very good. Standing in this hidden position, he can clearly see that the little blond boy and the crew have rescued Rose up.Although I can't see the expression on "Dawson"'s face clearly, Carl can easily guess from his body movements that when facing Rose, "Dawson" is an ordinary young boy with sprouting youth. Ruth developed feelings of admiration.

Regardless of whether the "Jack" will appear in the future, Carl believes that Rose, who has strong rebellious expectations in her heart, will compose a relationship with her savior, but Carl knows that he is very uncomfortable. The illusion that the territory has been violated, even if the blond boy does not belong to him now.

Carl felt more and more that it was imperative to call off his engagement with Rose. With such a charming woman as his partner, maybe all the men he was interested in from now on would be directed at Rose.

This is really a conjecture full of tragic feelings.

Lai Fujie is indeed an excellent housekeeper. He did not know where to find a thick women's coat and put it on Rose's shoulders, and before he disturbed Rose, he respectfully stuffed the gift into the blond boy's chest. in the pocket.The corner of Carl's mouth couldn't help curling into an arc. He's such a rough boy. If someone really wanted to harm him, then "Dawson" must have been framed by now—wanted to stuff some valuables into his pockets so easy.

Carl turned around and left his current position to return to the banquet. Carl smiled and called out to the waiter who was about to walk in the other direction—an acquaintance. "James?"

"Yes, Mr Hawley, is there anything I can do for you?"

"Please prepare some food for me to take out, thank you." Carl said and put a one-dollar bill into James' hands. Carl brought it over, "Mr. Hawley, this is the food you need. I wonder if you are satisfied?"

"Thank you, that's pretty good." Carl took out the food box, put another bill into James' hand, and turned away with a gentle smile.

Carl walked towards the stern almost slowly. Now Lai Fujie must have sent the shocked Rose back to the room to rest, and the crew would certainly not be wandering around a poor boy.But Carl remembers the blond boy being a bit hungry, and Carl thinks he'll be happy with a hot supper after "Save the Beauty."

The boy was still on deck, and he lay back on the bench, with some flush of excitement on his face and sparkling blue eyes.The smile on the corner of Carl's mouth was a little cold, and he suddenly felt that his thoughts were really correct?The only child in the world who can communicate with him freely is about to be pushed into a vortex of scandal by himself, and his so-called interests and compensations may not be of any value to this child.

"Dawson, here you are." Carl said and handed the food box to the boy who was lying on the bench dreaming about the future. His movements froze slightly when he saw a whole row of knives and forks.

"Did you just bring me food?" The boy looked at Carl's face and asked very seriously, but Carl just smiled and handed all the tableware to the boy.

"Eat, you're hungry aren't you?"

"Rich people, are you tired after eating? How do you use all these knives and forks?"

Looking at the blond boy's cheeks, Carl laughed. He took all the knives and forks back into his hands, cut and explained the food on the plate, and stuffed the food into the boy's mouth while not forgetting to use gentle The voice explains the purpose of each piece of tableware.When the food was completely stuffed into the boy's stomach, he had already leaned on the bench and only had the strength left to breathe.

"Oh, my God, it's too much." The boy covered his stomach with an expression of enjoyment and sadness: "I've never eaten so full in my life, I feel like my stomach is going to burst!"

"So, have you learned how to use this set of knives and forks?" Carl reached out and threw all the tableware into the food box indifferently. He got up and sat next to the blond boy, gently rubbing the boy's stomach and asking.

"Of course! If you can't guess which knife and fork to use, you must continue to eat. If you are faced with this situation, you will learn how to use it immediately. Oh, but, rich people, your method is really good. very efficient."

Carl raised the corners of his mouth proudly, he has always been good at bullying people.Carl raised one of his eyebrows and said close to the boy's ear, "I have other things and the most efficient way to teach you, but I don't think you will want to try."

The boy hid aside at a high speed that he would never be able to do now that he was full of food, he rubbed his ears with a habitual smile on his face: "Hey, rich man, don't talk into my ear, it's too itchy ! You rich people must have a lot of such efficient but wicked tricks."

"Of course, Dawson, I invite you to dinner tomorrow night, are you interested?" Carl saw the boy's red ears, he suddenly proposed, the boy turned to look at Carl with doubts.

Carl felt his throat dry, coughed lightly, and said, "I'll teach you etiquette, and I'll prepare you for dresses, and of course the high society dance. Do you want to come?"

"Why should I go to your rich ball? You don't even want to exchange names with me, and don't you think the gap between us is too big?" The boy's doubts just now turned into a joke, and he made fun of Carl , and unceremoniously pointed out the gap between them.

Karl lowered his eyes, his long dark eyelashes covered his eyes, he just pulled out a gentle smile and patted the boy's shoulder again: "Son, the noble lady you just rescued will also attend tomorrow's dinner banquet. If you want to attend, come and see me tomorrow morning, I live in Palace Suite B52-54."

"Wow!" The boy yelled in surprise when he heard Carl's room number, and Carl smiled helplessly. He looked into the boy's eyes sincerely: "Carl, I'm Carl Hawley."

After saying this, Carl picked up the empty food box and left. The boy was obviously a straight man, so he might as well use Rose as bait.

Killing two birds with one stone, he never makes money-losing deals.