[Titanic] Where Your Heart Goes

"Carl..."

"When you settle down, you will still contact me, right? Anyway, after going through the shipwreck together, we are also called life and death friends." The smile on Carl's face was flawless, normal as if he and Jack was talking about where to go for a picnic later, not about their imminent separation of unknown years.

Seeing Carl's smile, Jack also smiled again. He grabbed Carl's neck and exchanged a kiss with him: "Yes, I will write to you, and I will come back within five years. Your man is coming back to America."

"I'll go to Mr. Strauss' funeral the day after tomorrow. I'll take you to Pittsburgh in the afternoon, okay? Then take the train to the Midwest." Carl's enthusiastic proposal couldn't be seen from his eyes A little haze of separation.

Jack smiled and agreed with Carl's opinion. Before the long parting, they should leave a lot of memories for each other: "This proposal is very good. By the way, didn't you say that you would teach me how to ride a horse?"

The smile on the corner of Carl's mouth instantly became obscene, and his eyes kept scanning Jack's waist and hips: "I thought your waist was already hurting from riding a horse yesterday. It seems that I didn't work hard enough."

Jack's slightly awkward standing posture was even more uncomfortable now. He slid into the nearest single sofa with his hands and feet. Carl took a sip of his teacup with a smile, and changed the subject thoughtfully: "Are you going to take a sip?" Where are you going? Don’t tell me it’s the companies owned by the United Oil Company, the Pittsburgh Steel Company, or the Morgan Consortium, my father will not hesitate to find an opportunity to get rid of you.”

"I'm planning to go to the Midwest." Jack scratched his hair and said his idea, but Carl raised his eyebrows high.

"The gold rush is over, do you still want to go to California?" Carl waved his hand and disagreed with Jack's idea. He got up and went to the study to take out a huge map of the United States and spread it on the coffee table, "Although 14 years ago There are new oil discoveries in Summerland, but the immigrant population in all of California is already very high, and there are more labor than jobs that require people."

"So, what do you mean?"

"If I were you, I would choose to go to Dakota. Mrs. Brown and her husband happened to discover gold mines there, lucky woman." Carl's words were a bit difficult to understand for the receptionist, and he looked directly at Carl His eyes hoped that he would give him more hints, so Carl could only smile helplessly and ruffle Jack's blond hair.

"The places with the fewest staff in the entire south are South and North Dakota. Even in Montana next door, the number of staff is gathered in a county with more than a thousand people. It's just that South Dakota is almost private land, and North Dakota...has no resources, so it was abandoned.” Carl suddenly paused subtly as he spoke, he felt that Jack was really an angel sent to him by God, and he could find other resources just by looking at the map .

Jack laughed at the same time: "The place I'm going to is South Dakota. Mrs. Brown communicated with me yesterday. She hopes to invite me to accompany her back to South Dakota, haha, and she also plans to sponsor me To Berlin University of the Arts."

"I thought you would be more interested in France, after all, Monet has a studio there." Carl sat on the armrest beside Jack, he reached out to hold Jack in his arms, and kissed the top of his head, "I really hope You never leave me, in my sight, always smiling at me. But I know you are a man of dignity too, so start your life, whether I'm in Tennessee or Pennsylvania, I will be waiting for you."

"...As loyal as a wife! So, my dear, you must return to your hometown. My daily consumption level is really too high." Carl finally concluded that Jack couldn't breathe from laughing.

"Okay, I will be famous all over the world, use my paintings to empty the pockets of the upper class, and then send you all the money by mail, so that you can take care of your family with peace of mind, okay?" Jack raised his chest and stretched out his arms. Carl's shoulder, solemnly promised her.

Carl continued to tease Jack without image: "Of course, dear, I will take good care of the child in my stomach."

Jack glanced at Carl's strong abs with a horrified look on his face, and he let go of his hand holding Carl's shoulder: "Okay, Carl, you win."

Carl smiled indifferently, as long as it can make Jack happy now, in fact, there is nothing unspeakable in these words, lovers never need a high IQ when they are together.Carl patted his thigh, implying that Jack was lying on it. Seeing Jack's weird eyes, Carl laughed and said, "Honey, I just want to knead the sore muscles on your waist for you."

Jack obediently lay on Carl's lap, and under Carl's skillful massage, sleepiness invaded Jack's nerves again, and he fell asleep humming.Carl was finally relieved by Jack's reaction. In fact, Mr. Henry knew what he said to Jack. The content was just "money", "status" and "heir".

These topics are the most likely to stab a man's self-esteem, and they are also the reality that Jack is most powerless to resist.From the very beginning, Carl knew that these things would hinder their relationship, and he was also prepared that Jack would leave him temporarily, but the happy time was so short, almost fleeting...

Carl is only fortunate that he thought about Jack's situation in advance, so he contacted Mrs. Brown.Mrs. Brown is really a hearty and sincere woman, she quickly accepted Carl's statement and decided to send Jack abroad in her own name.Thinking of what happened that day, Karl couldn't help but sweat coldly for his preparations for a rainy day.

"Oh, Carl? Why did you come to visit me suddenly? Oh~ must be regretting what you did to Rose? I said a long time ago that you shouldn't be so decisive, otherwise Rose will never I will forgive you." Mrs. Brown was only taken aback when she saw Karl appearing outside her door, and she quickly welcomed Karl into her room.

"Molly, I came to you for some help. This matter is indeed related to Miss Bucket, but it's not that I want to develop other relationships with her." Carl's expression was very serious, and Mrs. Brown couldn't help but tense. With a smile on her face, she quickly sent all the maids out the door.

"Come on, Karl, I think this must be very serious to you."

"Thank you, Molly. It's really hard for me to tell. The matter between me and Miss Bucket is no longer a secret, but there is someone I have been trying to protect—the person who painted Miss Bucket is Tao. Mr. Sen. He helped me a lot before, but the matter of my dissolution of engagement with Miss Bucket has become a laughing stock in the upper class, and I am worried that my father will pour his anger on Mr. Dawson." Carl said weakly smiled.

"I am ashamed of my powerlessness, Jasmine. For a person who has helped me, I cannot repay him with kindness, and the result will be disaster for him."

"Carl, what do you need from me?"

"Jasmine, I hope you can find a reason to take him out of New York, and then send him to Germany, Berlin University of the Arts, I have already contacted him to send a telegram, and he can enter the school at any time." Carl said with a bitter expression, "The truth In general, I think Britain, France, or even Italy are better, but my father's identity and business circle make me have to send him to Germany."

"Okay, that's no problem." Mrs. Brown smiled heartily, and she said meaningfully, "Aren't you going to do something when he is in Germany? Even in Germany, what is your father going to do?" It's not difficult either."

"No, my father wasn't that boring, and Mr. Dawson didn't kill his son. Thank you, Molly."

"You are welcome, you go back, I remember that Mr. Dawson just recovered from his illness, you should go back and take care of him." Mrs. Brown thoughtfully sent Carl out of her room.

Thinking back on this now, Karl has to be proud of his foresight, but Mrs. Brown's movements are really too fast. They should have just arrived in New York three days ago, right?Carl patted Jack's back lightly, and the old butler Lai Fujie spread a warm woolen blanket over Jack.

Throughout the afternoon, Carl kept this posture and read the document quickly.Although he was considerate of Jack's body, he had to finish his own affairs.When Jack woke up with the gurgling sound in his stomach, Carl had no feeling in his legs. Looking at Jack's face that had just woken up—there were still red marks on it—Carl kissed Jack's face hard. Lips, he needs to charge interest.

"Okay, honey, I think it's time for you to go to dinner, and I have to go back to the old Hawley house, and I can't eat my father's serious and wrinkled cheeks full of divergent thoughts." Carl said after a long time. Getting up from the sofa, the way he shuffled and rubbed the carpet step by step made Jack laugh out loud, and Carl shrugged his shoulders politely, with a completely "nice to entertain you" rogue look.

The elusive old butler reappeared by Karl's side at some point and fetched him a coat.Karl turned his head and thanked him and immediately rushed back to the old house.Mr. Henry, who was sitting alone at the dining table eating dinner, was stunned for a moment when Carl came home, and then he pretended to tense his face and let out a "huh, huh" sound repeatedly.

"What are these things that are made? It's terrible." Mr. Henry realized that his son's attention was not on him at all, and immediately poured his anger on the poor chef.

Karl looked up at his old father and let the maid take off his hat and coat for him as if nothing happened, and then walked into the restaurant with a smile.Carl looked at the rich dinner on the table and nodded, without hesitation he praised his father's extravagance: "Father, is the foie gras delicious tonight?"

"Not with your blond boy?"

Carl turned a deaf ear to the old gentleman's sarcasm. Although Mr. Henry was bloody in order to make money like other big capitalists, he was generally an upright old man who didn't bother to use insidious methods.Carl directly grabbed a piece of foie gras from Mr. Henry's fork and put it into his mouth: "Well, the fire is good, and the sauce is delicious, but...Father, the chef you invited is really good."

"Carl, sit down and maintain your etiquette." The old gentleman tried to treat his son harshly with a stern face, but Mr. Henry was overjoyed that Carl was able to return home on time tonight.

Originally, because of his wife, Karl had completely disappeared at home for seven or eight years. This time, Karl's lover was involved. Mr. Henry was already mentally prepared to see his son only at the funeral.Who would have thought that Carl, who had never been a bad temper, would come home as if nothing had happened?

"Judy, prepare a dinner for the young master." The old gentleman was very happy to cooperate with his son's actions, and he really wanted to know what Carl was going to do when he got home now—whether the boy subdued him and wanted to restore the non-existent threat of inheritance , or do you want to beg him to let go of his little lover?

"Father, after Mr. Strauss' funeral, I will take Jack to visit Pittsburgh. If you have time, you might as well be a guide and take us around." Quickly, he suggested regardless of Mr. Henry's gloomy face at noon.

Sure enough, Mr. Henry inserted the table knife in his hand into the dining table—this is a solid wood table—he slapped the table, and the neatly trimmed beard at the corner of his mouth seemed to be crooked in anger: "What did you say?" ? You still want the one you raised... to enter my Iron Kingdom? Could it be that he was sent by the devil, and you just dote on an inferior person like that."

"It's not doting, father. As an equal soul, I adore Jack. Just like I can't understand why a woman with such a good mother would marry you, love is always irrational." Carl spread honey on the bread, Uncertainly contradicted his father.

"Carl, my son, what are you thinking? I thought that after so many years, you have grown up and matured, but why do you still do things so recklessly? I have no objection to your admiration for someone, I have never interfered with the group of mistresses you raised before, and I even did not express my dissatisfaction when you were engaged to Miss Bucket, who was full of debts.

But Mr. Dawson, he is a man, even if you don't say that you will not have a legitimate heir with him, you should think about what he will look like in ten years. "Mr. Henry's words are very pleasant. He has always been good at persuading others. The previous disorder was just because Karl was his son, and he couldn't help but care about it.

"Ten years later, there will be wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, and his eyes will not be as bright as they are now. The paint will always erode and Jack's fingers will be rough. His body will not be as slender and soft as it is now. Maybe there will even be With an inflated belly, the character may become a philistine. Father, I can fully imagine what it would be like to become a philistine, but this will not damage the current relationship between Jack and me. People change as they grow up, and I will Try to preserve his charm instead of watching him go into the abyss."

Carl stared into Mr. Henry's eyes and said: "When I am not afraid of the worst changes in the future, what else can you use to convince me?"