[Titanic] Where Your Heart Goes

Carl rinsed off the white mucus in his hands under the shower without changing his expression, then quickly wiped himself clean and let the bathroom out.Carl even cleaned the bathtub carefully before reaching out to help Jack's weak body and slowly sit in it.Jack couldn't remember how long he hadn't enjoyed such meticulous and considerate care from others. He stretched out his hand in embarrassment to wash it himself, but Carl held down his arm and raised his eyebrows.

"Your illness hasn't completely improved yet, be obedient and be good."

Jack was very moved, but he was really uncomfortable with this kind of coaxing tone.Jack held Carl's palm and said in a hoarse voice after illness: "I'm not a woman, don't treat me like this, it's very uncomfortable."

Carl smiled when he heard it. He took the shower to wash Jack's hair actively, and said without any hesitation in his voice: "It's impossible for me to treat you as a woman. You probably passed out at the time, you must not Hear my God's prayer, as long as you can cool down, I will agree to your previous request and treat you well-I will love you as a husband and a child."

Carl can suppress his voice very low, his rich British accent is mellow and mellow, and the originally ruthless and arrogant accent now sounds as touching as a cello.Carl reached out from behind and kissed Jack on the cheek: "I didn't treat you in the way of pampering a little woman, otherwise I would give you a lot of dollars, let you spend as much as you want, and then restrain your words and deeds and not allow you to go out of my building House of."

Jack turned his head with puzzled eyes, Carl rubbed Jack's blond hair with a smile, cleared his throat and said, "You are free, not bound by me at home waiting for a man to caress."

These remarks made Jack smile, he was very happy to accept Carl's friendliness now, and Carl's attitude was what Jack expected most—when he couldn't get close to Carl anyway.So Jack immediately expressed his attitude: "Of course, Carl, we should get along friendly and try to see if we are suitable for each other."

Carl's hand movements paused, he thought of his identity, as a businessman, he had better not reveal his sexuality for the rest of his life.After all, doing business is different from people who engage in art. Everyone can accept an art master with a eccentric personality and even crazily pursue him, but they absolutely cannot accept such a special person with whom they do business.

Carl thought about it for a while, and he finally chose to be honest with Jack: "Jack, my identity determines that my behavior must conform to the norms of nobility. I have to tell you a reality with regret - if you are sure you want to get along with me Go on, then you will not be able to stand in the sun with me to receive blessings for the rest of your life. This must be a hidden relationship."

Carl didn't think that what he was worried about didn't seem to be a problem at all to Jack. He gave a smirk and slid his fingers in the bathtub full of water. I started to live independently. I have seen the poorest life in the lower class and the dirtiest deal in reality. You and I, no, I even know better than you how shameful it is for two men to be together. Even if you are not a rich Nobility, I didn’t consider being blessed when I made this decision—what’s more, is it destined to be blessed even if it’s a man and a woman? Romeo and Juliet also love each other, and they’re even nobles, aren’t they two? A family blocked it. There is nothing wrong with us like this.”

Carl felt his eyes sour, and he pressed Jack into the bathtub and kissed the boy's lips vigorously. When they finally parted breathlessly, Carl said, "Thank you, Jack."

Jack accepted Carl's thanks with a dispensable nod, and Carl didn't talk about other topics. Both of them deliberately ignored the previous doubts about Carl taking the two little girls as chips to board the boat first or go further.In fact, there is nothing to worry about. Jack knows that if he reaches the last step, his survival instinct will overwhelm his conscience. Besides treating the person he loves the most, who doesn't leave the chance of survival to himself?People only moan when they are safe.

After taking a bath, Jack's body became more exhausted. He hadn't eaten for 24 hours, not to mention being tortured by cold and high fever.Carl sent Jack back to the bed, gently pressed a kiss on Jack's forehead, and thoughtfully explained what he was going to do to prevent the boy from thinking wildly in the room: "Lie down for a while, I'll ask the waiter to get some food for digestion. Come here with the food, and put on your pajamas, I'll ask Dr Anthony to check on your condition again."

Jack nodded amusedly. He has gradually begun to accept Carl's meticulous care. Carl watched Jack's face recover gradually with satisfaction, and left the room with a smile on his lips.Of course, Carl left the room not only to prepare food and find a doctor, he is now going to meet those tycoons who "also" lost countless money in the sinking of the Titanic, and they must be eager to find a way for themselves at this time. Several comrades-in-arms resisted the shocks in their company's stock together.

Carl was first to find the flamboyant Mr. Guggenheim, who had inherited a fortune from his father, the business magnate Meyer Guggenheim, but not his father's business savvy. mind.As far as Carl knows, Mr. Guggenheim's investment of more than 800 million US dollars has been lost, and his property may only be left with [-] US dollars.

But Mr. Guggenheim is a pipeline tycoon. Even the famous Rockefeller's Standard Oil Company used most of the pipelines produced by Mr. Guggenheim's company.What Karl has to do is to quickly liquidate the equity in their hands before everyone realizes the problem. This opportunity is once in a lifetime.

"Hello, where can I use the public telegraph? I have some business matters to deal with." Carl once again used a gentle illusion to deceive the waiter's actions, and the indispensable companion is the dollar bill.

"Sir, which room do you live in? I will ask the captain about it and send it to you." The waiter let Karl know that he succeeded by looking at the dollar bill.

Carl took a step forward and whispered into the waiter's ear, "Don't tell anyone else about this, it's best not to even the captain. I live in Room E29, so thank you for your hard work."

After Carl said this sentence, he stuffed the dollar into the waiter's hand without any distress, and then he continued to explain: "Please prepare some easy-to-digest soup and soft baked bread for me, my room There's a patient inside."

Carl then walked into Mr. Guggenheim's room. Although he had behaved like an orthodox and noble gentleman when the shipwreck came, Carl knew that he was going to exploit this gentleman's property—the few remaining property.A confident smile appeared on Karl's mouth, and Karl clearly felt that his business kingdom was about to be established.