[Titanic] Where Your Heart Goes

Carl sat next to Ke Ke in a natural and elegant manner. He raised his palm and put it on Jack's forehead. The fake smile on his face finally turned into sincerity: "Dr. Anthony is here? He said how is your physical condition now?"

Jack is not a person who cares much about other people's opinions. His physical strength has not yet recovered, and he leaned on the sofa weakly: "Mr. Lai Fujie went to see Dr. Anthony just now, but Mr. Strauss, the owner of Macy's, also has a high fever. No, his fever still hasn't gone down. Mr. Anthony can't go away now. He asked Mr. Lai Fujie to tell me that since the body temperature has returned to normal, there is no problem, and the rest is just needing to rest for a while. Oh, yes, this Madam came in with the waiter who delivered the appetizers, I'm not sure if she has business with you."

After saying this, Jack lowered his voice and said: "Is she Miss Rose's mother? I look a little like it, but the ladies have too many ornaments on their heads, and they are too bright to see clearly. I'm not Pretty sure."

"It's not a gentleman's job to drive out the lady who squeezed in the door, just leave her alone." Carl didn't care about the existence of Mrs. DeWitt. She was never an important person, and it was impossible for her to cause too much trouble. He just followed Jack's forehead to confirm the temperature, and then showed a satisfied smile: "Very good, completely improved."

Jack said with a smug smile: "I'm still young and strong."

"Mr. Hawley, I hope you are satisfied with your lunch." The waiter Karl met before pushed a dining car to deliver the food to Karl's room, and he kept his gaze on the lower floor of the dining car for a few seconds more suggestively. , Karl smiled knowingly and handed out a banknote.

"Thank you, I'll call you after dinner."

"Yes, sir, I hope you enjoy your meal, goodbye." The waiter exited the room.

Mrs. DeWitt didn't make a fuss when outsiders were around. She valued reputation far more than Carl—but Carl knew that it was because the Bookett family had nothing but "reputation".Carl actually sighed for Miss Rose. Although he ended his engagement with Miss Rose in such a fierce and relentless way, of course he also ruined Miss Rose's reputation as a high-class lady, but this did not mean that Carl felt sorry for Rose. Miss Rose herself has any prejudices, he even appreciates the characteristics of women in the new era in Miss Rose.

However, after a girl like Miss Rose who still has humanity in her heart has a shameless mother like Mrs. DeWitt who only has money in her eyes, her life can only save a series of tragedies.Karl can fully imagine the actions Mrs. DeWitt will take in the future. Once she finds out that she has lost Karl's diamond meal ticket, her next move will definitely be to look for a stupid man again, and use her daughter's youth, beauty, and talents to help her. Pay for your own clothing and jewelry.

Carl didn't even rule out the possibility that Mrs. DeWitt would push Miss Rose into the fire pit in order to maintain her good life after the Buckett family was confirmed bankrupt-in fact, this possibility was too high.

Carl was thinking about his own business, cutting the lamb in his hand, they were very tender, and they were fully cooked after obviously taking care of the patient's stomach.The cut plate was pushed in front of Jack by Carl, and at the same time Carl handed over the night's delicious chicken and mushroom cream soup.The delicious smell radiated in the room. Jack and Carl were eating their first meal after being rescued. At this moment, Carl realized that he was already starving, and his entire digestive tract felt aching.

It's such a bad feeling!

Carl groaned, but found that the expression on Jack’s food was very enjoyable, and the discomfort caused by his body was immediately thrown out of the sky by Carl. While eating slowly, he enjoyed the satisfied expression on Jack’s face. This is the real food—— Beautiful and delicious.

Mrs. DeWitt felt very bad about being completely ignored. She really wanted to say something, but Karl didn't even look at her, which made her not know how to speak.Mrs. DeWitt was struggling with her image problem, and Mr. Lai Fujie, the housekeeper, had already brought Captain Rothqiang and the head waiter in charge of the second-class cabin into the room.

After Karl put down the knife and fork and wiped the sauce that didn't exist at the corner of his mouth with a napkin, he raised his head calmly. He didn't blame the captain for his mistakes. Karl smiled very naturally and looked at Captain Luo Siqiang. : "Captain Luo Siqiang, please sit down, is the voyage going well?"

"Yes, the weather is very clear. You will arrive at New York port in three days. I am really happy that you were rescued." Captain Luo Siqiang smiled happily, "Fortunately, you have already sent a telegram in advance. And I believe it wasn't a prank, Mr Hawley we should thank God."

"Of course, while praising God, I also want to thank the captain for your decisiveness for my rescue." Karl complimented Captain Rothqiang. Unlike Captain Smith of the Titanic, Captain Rothqiang seemed to be a very generous man. Carl laughed out loud.

"Mr. Hawley, what's the matter with you calling me and Adair? Oh, sorry, I forgot to inform you that the Californian also appeared in the nearby waters at the first time. They rescued the last batch of survivors. However, the death toll on the Titanic is still estimated to exceed 200."

Carl glanced in Mrs. DeWitt's direction, showing a half-smile expression: "Captain Luo Siqiang, my request is not high, I just hope that I can be separated from the third-class passengers when I disembark."

Captain Luo Siqiang followed Carl's eyes and saw Mrs. DeWitt who hadn't changed her clothes all day—the luxurious fabric was full of wrinkles, which was quite different from Carl's suit and leather shoes.Captain Luo Siqiang showed a "clear" look in his eyes, and completely misunderstood Mrs. DeWitt as a third-rate nobleman who came to make a fortune.Mr. Adair, the foreman waiter in the second-class cabin, had a bad complexion. He walked up to Mrs. DeWitt and questioned him politely.

"Madam, what is your room number on the Titanic?"

Mrs. DeWitt opened her lips immediately, and Karl raised a glass of wine to her from a distance with a smile. What Mrs. DeWitt wanted to say was choked—if she dared to say that she lived in Karl’s room, then Karl would It must be said that the matter of Miss Rose made Mrs. DeWitt ashamed.

"I live with Mrs. Brown."

Mr. Adair showed strange eyes. He bowed respectfully and exited Carl's room. After a while, he came back again. This time, Mrs. Brown was right behind him.Carl smiled at Mrs. Brown and greeted him affectionately: "Hi, Molly~ It's great to see you healthy."

"Oh, yes, it's great that we're all still healthy. By the way, is Mr. Dawson feeling better? I just met Dr. Anthony when I went to see Mr. Nathan Strauss, and he said to me Mr. Dawson's illness." Mrs. Brown quickly walked up to Jack and stretched out her hand to hit him on the forehead, and then Mrs. Brown smiled with satisfaction: "Son, you are so lucky that you have recovered, and Mr. Strauss has become a Pneumonia, I'm going back to Mrs. Strauss."

"Goodbye, Molly, won't you take away Mrs. DeWitt, who is temporarily staying in your room?" Carl asked with a smile, and the expression on Mrs. Brown's face immediately became ugly. A blunt hum came out of his nasal cavity.

Mr. Adair, the head waiter, felt that he understood everything. After he politely opened the door for Mrs. Brown, he turned to look at Mrs. DeWitt, whose clothes were crumpled, and said, "Madam, is the third-class passenger right?" If you can be with the second-class passengers, please go back to your own place."

Mrs. DeWitt left with a livid face. She still kept talking about the glorious past of the Butek family. Karl looked at Captain Rothqiang and smiled apologetically, and the captain also left Karl's room.

Jack had been silent before, watching everyone leave the cabin, Jack put down the tableware and said, "Maybe we should discuss the questions before I got sick. I can't live with questions."

Carl turned his head and squinted his eyes to see Jack's expression. He knew he was jealous. Jack wouldn't be thinking about reconnecting with Rose, would he?