parallel lines

When he fell back unprepared, he grabbed the man's wrist tightly with both hands, and threw himself on him.

With a plop, the two of them fell on the thick carpet.

"hiss!"

This time he was involuntarily placed at the bottom, and he was using a body that was not as strong as before. Karl was hit by the impact of the two people's fall, causing severe pain in his chest and gasping for air.

"You should lose weight, Bertrand!" He mercilessly criticized this Matilda lying on top of him again.

"I'm much lighter than Bucket!" retorted Matilda.

Then she kissed the corner of Carl's lips and said, "How about playing with me, Carl Hockley?"

The author has something to say: Matilda has a keen sense, and she is also an actionist...I personally think that she is quite suitable for Karl, although Karl, an actionist, always moves in such a serious direction.

As mentioned earlier, Carl’s telegram used a “love story” as a cover to transmit information. After receiving the telegram, Old Hockley concealed the important information from the already terrible story and asked someone to “polish” it, and finally turned it into a rubbish sensational novel It was serialized in the newspaper, and it was sold at a high price...Old Hockley is really good at making money!

No one has commented in the last few chapters, so I don’t know how I am writing.If you have any thoughts on the development of the story, please feel free to mention it!

☆, seasick?

"Cal Hockley, how about playing with me?"

Facing a proposal from a beautiful woman, Carl's eyes were dark, and his stern face revealed a hint of playfulness, "How do you play?"

Matilda leaned in front of him and breathed like blue: "You know, I'm French." She didn't care about pretending to be gentle and beautiful in front of Carl now, her primary purpose was to let the man in front of her open his heart to herself.The Titanic drove very fast. When she arrived in the United States, she was not sure if she would have such a good opportunity to get along with Karl. After all, the secretary could be with her or sent far away. Would she want to chase him everywhere? run after him?

"So?" Carl asked.

Matilda: "I invited you on the first day."

"I refused."

"I have seen that you are indifferent and arrogant, and all you think about is work all day long. People like you never take women seriously." Matilda looked at Carl with a smile, her red lips slightly parted: "It just so happens that I am a People who like romance but don't like entanglement. You say, are we suitable?"

Don't like pestering?If it was another woman, even if Carl's IQ was reduced by half, he would not believe this sentence. His girlfriends in the past would still be hesitant to talk even after seeing him after breaking up.It seems that Matilda is someone who can afford to let go, but it's none of his business!

After thinking about it, Matilda added: "I'm 20 years old, and I have my own judgment. How about creating a romantic memory together on the boat?" 20 years old is quite old in this era, and many women are very She was already married and had children at the age of five or six, and she was almost 'expressing' by saying this.

Don't expect how conservative the western aristocratic circle is. Over the years, Karl has met many women who invited him to "have a romantic evening together".

But today, after listening to Matilda's words, Carl suddenly felt a tightness in his chest and was extremely uncomfortable.I'm afraid, as Captain Smith said, I really got seasick.

Noticing Carl's abnormality, Matilda touched his forehead and asked with concern: "Your face looks a little bad, did I hurt you?"

"Sorry! I feel a little uncomfortable."

Beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. Carl turned pale, pushed Matilda away from him, staggered up from the ground while clutching his distressed chest, ran out of the study and into the bathroom.

The water flowed continuously, and Carl poured cold water on his face, trying to relieve the feeling of boredom and nausea.Drops of water slid down the face and splashed on the collar of the white shirt.He reached out and tore off his bow tie and the top button of his shirt, loosening the neckline indiscriminately so that he could breathe more easily.

Throwing the handmade suit jacket and vest to the tiled floor, Karl took off the leather holster on his shoulder and hung it on the doorknob, rolled up the two cuffs of his shirt to reveal his strong arms, poured a large handful of water to the cheek.

It wasn't until the cold water wet his neatly combed black hair and soaked the white cloth on his chest that the uncomfortable feeling was finally extinguished by the cold water.Carl supported the marble table with both hands, and smiled wryly at the huge mercury mirror on the wall.

The man in the mirror has a completely strange face, black hair and blue eyes, the only similarity to his original self is probably his stern facial outline.Since coming to this world as another person, Carl has avoided looking in the mirror, he is afraid of seeing this strange face that belongs to someone else.This face reminded him of the loss of his cold, metallic blond hair, his taller, more athletic body, his original identity, his family, friends, and home.He became Carl Hockley, he had to replace others, live as someone else, and take care of other people's relatives, friends and property, which was extremely bad for him and the original Carl.

Close your eyes hard and force yourself to expel these pessimistic thoughts from your mind, the reality is like this, life has to go on as usual!

After taking a few deep breaths, he took the bath towel hanging on the shelf with his backhand. While wiping the water stains on his face, Carl picked up the holster and put it on his arm casually. He turned the door lock, opened the door, walked out of the bathroom, and walked to the bedroom. .

"Get someone to clean up the bathroom. There's water all over the floor, and there's almost nowhere to put your feet." Throwing the used towel into the arms of Spicer Lovejoy who didn't know when he was guarding the bathroom door, he regained his dryness Carl said to the first-class maid Turner who was standing not far away: "Please help me go to the closet to get a dry shirt, thank you."

"Yes, sir."

"Also, Spicer, make me a martini, the same as last time, two green olives."

"Okay, sir, please wait a moment."

Lovejoy gave Turner a towel, washed his hands, and walked to the wine cabinet against the bedroom wall.Wiping his hands, he said to Carl, who was unbuttoning his shirt, "My sir, are you sure you want to change now?"

The hand on the last button paused, and Carl asked doubtfully, "Have I influenced you?"

"No." Stirring gently in the same direction with a small spoon, Lovejoy focused on the crystal clear and fragrant liquid in front of him, and reminded, "Didn't you notice that there is one person missing?"

Putting the half-wet shirt into the bamboo basket on the ground, Carl took a shirt of the same style from Turner's hand and put it on. He declined Turner's help, and fiddled with the buttons with his fingers.He said to Lovejoy: "Missing Bertrand? Should I be topless in front of her? That would be disrespectful to her."

"Oh, my lord, how can you think of your servant like that? I mean, she's out in the living room with someone who came to look for you." Lovejoy expertly picked up two green olives Put it into an inverted triangular goblet, put the prepared cocktail in a small tray, and deliver it to Karl.

Picking up the wine glass from the tray, Karl sat leisurely in the armchair and tasted the servant's creations.

"Well, it tastes good." The cool and refreshing liquid stimulated the taste buds on his tongue, and his irritable mood calmed down a little. Carl was not stingy with his praise.

Slowly tasting the cool martini, Karl shook the wine glass slightly, watched the olives collide and roll at the bottom of the glass, and asked, "And then? Who is that person?"

Holding the tray under his arm, Lovejoy stood by and continued, "The man who came is the ship's doctor, entrusted by Captain Smith, to bring you a special decoction made by sailors to treat seasickness."

After talking with Carl in the morning, Captain Smith, who firmly believed that Carl was seasick, kindly 'recommended' the doctor on board to Carl.

Karl couldn't imagine what the special soup made by sailors who lived in the sea with insufficient supplies for a long time would look like. It must be worse than the Navy's secret tomato soup he had heard from a naval officer. Maybe there would be steam on the dark soup Weird bubbles, the whole bowl of soup exudes an indescribable smell. . . . . .

"...Sorry, I feel a little uncomfortable!" When Karl saw the bowl of soup that was almost the same as what he had imagined, Karl suddenly felt like magma was churning in his stomach, and he rushed into the bathroom again clutching his depressed chest, This time, he simply turned on the cold water switch of the shower, and he stood directly under the spraying water.

In the living room, Matilda, the ship's doctor, and Lovejoy stared blankly at the direction of Carl's departure. They didn't expect his reaction to be so big.

Lovejoy picked up the pitch-black soup, slapped it with the other hand, and appraised it: "There are kelp and shellfish in it." Putting the white porcelain bowl aside, he smiled apologetically at the two of them: "Please two Wait a moment, sir, I will come out as soon as I change my clothes."

Lovejoy, whose labor force was squeezed by Carl for a day, was swept away. He just felt sorry for the laundry attendant. There were so many clothes that needed to be washed and ironed by hand in one day.My master pays great attention to his image in front of outsiders!

Matilda's eyes were full of worry, and she asked the doctor on board the ship with a bushy beard: "Why did Mr. Hockley have such a situation?"

"There is no doubt that Mr. Hockley is seasick." The doctor on board gave his diagnosis.

As the master's loyal manservant, Lovejoy dutifully asked: "Why are you getting seasick now? Mr. has been in good health all along, and we have been on the ship for more than two days."

The beard trembled, and the doctor on board explained stiffly: "Mr. Hockley must have encountered a trigger that made him uncomfortable, such as greasy food or something else."

Lovejoy's eyes moved to Matilda sitting on the sofa without any trace. His master suddenly rushed into the bathroom after being alone with Miss Bertrand just now. Could it be that they did something?

Feeling the hidden sight falling on her body, Matilda's face slowly turned red.She frowned uncomfortably, and asked in a low voice, "I hit Mr. Hockley in the chest half an hour ago."

The doctor on board looked at this exquisite and elegant noble lady in surprise, and asked, "What did you use to smash it?"

I'm really ashamed to say that I smashed it with myself, Matilda smiled, a little embarrassed: "... I didn't pay attention." This is also true, Matilda really didn't pay attention to herself What part is attached to Carl's chest.

It turned out that young men and women were playing and flirting!The doctor on board put on an air of 'I understand, I'll keep it a secret' and cleared his throat: "This situation is not serious, just take a little rest."

Water droplets sprayed from the shower, and the water flowed down from the top of the head all the way down the cheeks. Carl raised his hands expressionlessly and prepared to repeat the previous action——carefully unbuttoning his shirt one by one.

"Tsk! Trouble!"

Impatiently, he crossed his hands and grabbed the hem of the shirt, took off the whole shirt like a pullover, crumpled it up and threw it on the ground.

Pulling off the belt around his waist, he took off his soaked lead gray woolen trousers. The cold water hit his shoulders and feet, and the distress in his chest began to gradually decrease.Carl frowned, thinking carefully about the source of the boredom.

His chest felt tight after hearing Matilda's words.Afterwards, when he saw the 'Sailor's Special Soup', out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Matilda who was watching him with concern, and the feeling of irritability and dullness hit him again.

So, is he seasick?

The author has something to say: Hearing Matilda's invitation again, Karl, who didn't know what to imagine, expressed chest tightness!

As a precaution for those who are still reading my stories, I haven't saved any manuscripts since last Sunday, but I'm really busy (especially every Wednesday and Thursday), so I'm not sure if I can send the next one on time tomorrow. One chapter (though, guaranteed to finish the story). . .

I am so sorry!

☆, doubt

"Sir, the reply letter has arrived." The old housekeeper took a piece of letter paper full of writing, and respectfully sent it to old Mr. Hockley.

Old Mr. Hockley took off his glasses, glanced at the clock in the study, and found that the hands were pointing to seven o'clock, "Oh, it seems that he had a good time on the boat." He waited for four hours for his son's telegram reply .

"There is a time difference between the two sides, sir, and you have to allow for the artificial delay of the telegraph operators." The old butler reminded him kindly.

"Jet difference? I'm talking about the absolute difference in time interval!" Old Hockley put on his glasses again, read his only heir's "Love Novel Series" under the desk lamp, and said with disgust: "The writing style is getting worse and worse, and the turning point is blunt No beauty!"

But you're still having fun!The old butler looked carefully at the wood texture on the desk, and in his heart he also disliked his master's inconsistency.

Staring at the last line of the letter, Old Hockley's vision gradually became sharper: "'SVGEV', in Latin? What problem did Karl encounter?" He didn't believe that his son would use the old-fashioned way of asking letters to express' are you alright?I'm fine too' crap.At the end of each letter, there will be a password for the next letter. So, what is the meaning of Carl putting these five letters at the end?

"I don't understand, I really don't understand! You have an obligation to explain to your employees!" Hoffman threw out the cleanly gnawed apple core by the guardrail, not caring whether he would fall a few feet below. Passengers walking on deck.He walked to the recliner next to Carl and sat down, took a sip of soda water in a large glass, and stared fixedly at his employer.

Stretching, Karl relaxed his body and leaned against the back of the chair, squinting his eyes and not speaking.

Hoffman stretched out his finger, and before he poked his employer's shoulder, he was grabbed by the vigilant Karl.He suddenly yelled: "Hey! Hey! Ow! You're about to dislocate my finger!"

Throwing off Hoffman's fat fingers, Karl leaned on one arm, facing the sky gradually changing from dark blue to black, with a trace of complexity in his eyes, he said to Hoffman: "Archimedes once claimed that he could To move the earth, but he needs someone to provide him with two things, a long pole and a fulcrum. George, we who want to move the earth are now on the fulcrum.”

Hoffman rolled his eyes: "So we can't pry 'Earth'?"

"That's right." Carl nodded, acknowledging that Hoffman had understood correctly.He continued: "Either, we take the initiative to move away from the fulcrum; or, find someone else to hold the lever. For us, both choices are very difficult." It is impossible for Karl not to worry about the fate of the Titanic, but Worry does not affect his profit.

Carl was talking about what they did with the news from the Titanic and the White Star Company in the past few days. They used the two to increase their popularity in the media to stir up fluctuations in a series of related industry markets. Of course, their ultimate goal is to make money.At the beginning of the [-]th century, before the First World War, during the most glorious period of the gold standard, when money was more valuable, the free capital market was not necessarily much slower than later generations.Through publicity and hype and the injection of a sum of money, people who are not well-informed will spontaneously participate, making a certain industry popular in a short period of time.Immediately afterwards, certain consortiums who wanted to make a fortune used their resources to increase market volatility, and then retreated at a certain point. As for how many people lost money and went bankrupt after they retreated---sorry, this is freedom competition too!

There are two choices in front of him, either withdraw from the fulcrum and become a member of the force exerting force on the lever---the disadvantage is that he can no longer control the length of the two moment arms; or rely on others to pry the long pole as the main force- - The downside is that once the situation gets out of hand, he will be crushed earlier than the prying object that flies up before he can react to the excessive force on the pole.Both have risks, and the risks are directly proportional to the benefits.

If Karl was just an ordinary investor, he would be able to make a lot of money from it smoothly, but he has another identity, he is the heir of a steel tycoon.In other words, no matter how much money he makes outside, his foundation is Hockley's steel business. Unless the interests are large enough, he cannot make money for himself and damage his own industry.

So, here comes the problem.He, who provided the fulcrum for this lever movement, didn't want the fulcrum he held in his hand to be crushed, and he had to make sure that Hockley's steel industry on the other side of the lever would not be pried away after he made money.

Again, more precisely, he needs to keep 'Hockley's Steel Industry' from being pried away.

Hoffman tapped his fingers on his knees unconsciously. He recalled the last few hours of calculations with Carl on the latest news and finally got more than a dozen draft papers filled with data formulas. He affirmed: " You already have a countermeasure, but you talk about him.” Stopping the tapping of fingers, leaning on the recliner relaxedly, Hoffman said leisurely: “Okay, I am your employee, if you don’t tell me, I won’t ask , I just work and get paid!"

As Carl's assistant, Hoffman, a manager who had been on Wall Street, knew very well what is enough.Hoffman considers himself a cautious and calm person, and he will not go crazy until he sees a hundredfold benefit.

"George, did I tell you that you were a smart lazy coward?"

Hoffman rolled his eyes again: "You hide a lot from this smart, lazy coward."

Carl raised the corners of his lips maliciously: "You are too bloated, I am thinking about your health." He was looking forward to the scene where Hoffman went crazy and was caught by the doctor for bloodletting treatment.

The cool sea breeze at night brought a delicate fragrance that Karl was very familiar with. The woman's finger painted with rose red nail polish and Karl reached out to the German-style beer mug at the same time.Before touching Matilda's fingertips, Carl withdrew his palm, made a fist, and coughed dryly in front of his mouth.

"Bertrand, is the banquet over?" Carl glanced at Matilda's big skirt that was fluttering in the evening wind, and asked knowingly.

Holding the [-]ml glass with both hands, Matilda straightened her waist, walked slowly to the railing of the deck under Carl's gaze, opened the lid of the glass, and poured out all the beer in the glass with an extremely elegant gesture.Put the cup firmly in the center of the small table again, and Matilda answered Carl's question. She asked back: "What do you think? I remember that you showed me the ability to accurately estimate the time with light and astronomical phenomena in front of me today." the ability."

The two fell silent for a moment, Hoffman rolled his eyes, slapped his thigh and jumped up from the recliner, "Oh! I have to find my wife Linda, she can't manage four children alone!"

Matilda smiled gracefully. She gave full play to Carl's only secretary, and said to Hoffman: "George, you can leave. Don't worry, I will follow Mr. Hockley here, and I will not delay my work!"

Watching Hoffman disappear quickly at a speed proportional to his weight, Carl said with emotion: "George is so flexible."

"He can't get this job if he's not flexible, can he?" Matilda sat down on Hoffman's original recliner. Sitting there.Unsurprisingly, Carl's eyes showed appreciation.

Matilda didn't care about Carl's response to the previous sentence. She asked in a soft voice, "Carl, why don't you come to the banquet and dance tonight?"

Changing into a comfortable posture, Carl said lazily: "From the first day on board, there will be dinners and dances every night. It's okay to miss a day." Another dinner was held in the resplendent banquet hall. At ten o'clock, another dance will be held in the ballroom.I went there twice in a row, and Carl didn't plan to waste too much time tonight until the topics that could be discussed were updated.

"Did you drink so much wine every day like today?" Matilda asked again.

Carl was taken aback, as if he really drank a lot today, he told Matilda truthfully: "A little more today."

"You're anxious." Matilda stretched out her hand and put it on Karl's brows that were frowning because of her words. She looked at Karl intently with her dark blue eyes, and said in a low voice, "You're nervous. You're hesitating." .”

The woman's warm and soft palm was gently pressed against him, and Karl seemed to be able to feel the blood flowing under her skin, warm, young and peaceful.For some reason, the irritability and dullness stuck in his chest were calmed down, and he seemed to feel a lot more relaxed.Carl held Matilda's wrist, held the woman's palm in his palm, and watched carefully by the lights on the ship.

Matilda relaxed her body obediently, and her eyes fell on her fingertips reflecting the soft light, and she asked softly, "Carl, what are you looking at?"

"I've had many lovers, and I've also met dewy love." Carl stroked the woman's round and smooth nails with the pulp of his index finger, and keenly noticed that they trembled imperceptibly after he finished speaking.

Laughing silently from the bottom of his heart, Carl said again: "Because of work, I just took what they needed from each other, and didn't communicate too much." He gently pinched Matilda's soft fingertips, and said: " I'm curious, what's the difference between women?"

This sentence literally means to ask: How are you different from those women?

The man next to her seemed to be asking her in a casual tone, much like a chat between a recruiter and a job seeker. Matilda, who saw a bit of Carl's nature, never believed that his mind was so simple.Still, she didn't think Carl could always measure everything with a calm, watchful, scrutinizing attitude.

Thinking of this, Matilda's eyes became softer. She looked around and found no one around, so she lightly turned and sat on Karl's lap, facing the man who didn't show any dissatisfaction.

The arms that were supposed to wrap around the man's neck changed to support his shoulders because of his suddenly tense muscles. Matilda bent down and slyly threw the question back to Carl: "Then according to your observation, I How is it different from other women?"

Stretching out his hand suddenly, he pulled Matilda into his arms amidst Matilda's faint exclamation. Karl stroked the delicate skin on the back of her neck, and the fragrance of women's perfume lingered at the tip of his nose. He lowered his voice and whispered in her ear. Bian chuckled and said, "For now, that's all I can come up with."

"Unlike others, we all love to hunt."

The author has something to say: In fact, from the actions of the two people, it can be seen that the intimacy between the two parties is different.In fact, I really want Matilda to tell Carl: Other women want to fuck you, I want to fuck you!

If it is written like this, I am worried that this story will collapse!

Thank you again for reading the article I wrote, and I hope you can make suggestions for the development of the story!

☆, different

In the ballroom, smooth and cheerful notes spread from the musicians' instruments to the entire space, and men and women in costumes danced lightly.The huge crystal chandelier emits soft golden light, and the light shines on the precious jewelry and silk skirts of the women, on the pure gold watch chains and transparent lenses of the men, and on the shiny leather shoes of the waiters shuttling around the hall Brand-new uniforms, famous oil paintings on the walls, thick and elegant Persian carpets outside the dance floor, silver bartenders turning with the nimble fingers of the bartenders, and clear and fragrant wine being poured into the air and neatly placed on the oak table Put in a crystal glass.Everything is so bright, everything is so dazzling.

Lifting the hem of the skirt to salute the male dance partner in black tuxedo, after finishing the tenth dance tonight, Matilda walked out of the dance floor, walked to the corner rest area, and sat next to Mrs. Astor Madeleine sit down.

Madeleine, who was five months pregnant, handed the tray of untouched pudding to the maid beside her before her close friend from the French society sat down.Wiping her clean fingers with a handkerchief, Madeleine pretended to ask her friend who seemed alone tonight: "Mattie, what is Mr. Hockley doing tonight?" Carl's relationship with the two.

Looking out of the huge glass window of the ballroom, Matilda smiled softly and said, "Dancing is physical work, and he is a little tired today." She was keenly aware that her overly enthusiastic behavior might turn the black-haired man Scared, she thought she needed to leave some space between the two sides, so that Karl could temporarily let go of his raised heart.

"You should go with him!" Madeleine looked at Matilda complainingly, "I heard that you are already his secretary!"

Shouldn't a female secretary be with her male employer from morning till night? ---Matilda read such a question from Madeleine's eyes.She looked helplessly at this aristocratic lady who married someone as soon as she entered the social world, and said: "If I read correctly, Karl is a workaholic, don't you think I can't hold my head up in the pile of documents all day long?" I don't know how Carl, who was clearly on the ship, managed to find so many business affairs!And, to Carl, it seems that a secretary is a secretary without some 'specificity' that others understand.

"You! Hey!" Madeleine looked at this friend who left an image of being smart and capable in her mind, and sighed heavily.

"Hey!" Matilda also sighed, and stroked the wide ribbon necklace around her neck. Although the place covered by the ribbon was massaged with essential oil by the maid Eve, the large bruises caused by the man's decisive and ruthless actions were still there. There are residues.At that time, she heard the rubbing sound of her bones with her own ears, and she had no doubt that her throat would be crushed and her cervical spine would be strangled.

Sure that Carl couldn't possibly miss himself when he wasn't around, she exclaimed to Madeleine: "What a cold guy, like a fool in the army!"

Aristocratic ladies love officers, but sometimes they hate them. When Madeleine heard her friend describe Karl in this way, she felt a little regretful: "I really can't see that the heir to the steel tycoon who is responsive to his fiancée has such a bad character!"

I don't know what came to mind, Matilda laughed abruptly, she leaned close to Madeleine's ear, her eyes fell on Rose who was impatiently following her mother by the arm of a young upper-class man, and said mysteriously : "Seeing may not be believing, Rose Bukett will regret the divorce!"

The difference between male and female hunters is that when a female huntsman decides to keep guarding her prey, while a male hunter, before they get their first prey sooner or later, their energy has already begun to be allocated to thinking about how to get more prey .

The silver steel shone with a cold luster, and every component was carefully inspected. The six yellow bullets were pushed into the barrel one by one, and with a click, the barrel snapped into the gun body.The only source of light in the dark bedroom is the bright moon outside the window. As the main character being talked about by two women in the ballroom, Karl took advantage of the moonlight, held the silver Colt revolver, aligned it with the doorknob, and finally calibrated the sight. Put it expertly into the armpit holster.

He packed up the remaining bullets and a clip on the small table in front of the window, wrapped them in a tarpaulin and placed them on the back of the marble counter in the bathroom.Then, he turned on the wall lamp, took off the coat from the hanger that had been altered by the senior tailor on board, put it on, and buttoned it in front of the mirror while looking at the altered position on the left side of the garment.Apparently, the tailor had done a good job, not losing the original beauty of the suit jacket, but also preventing Karl from seeing what was hidden under the suit.

Dong dong dong, there were three unhurried knocks on the wooden bedroom door. After a total of three knocks, Lovejoy, the valet, pushed the door open, and Turner, the first-class maid, followed behind with a dining car. later.

Lovejoy told Carl the time: "Sir, it's eleven o'clock."

"Are you resting well? Do you want to eat something now?" Lovejoy looked a little worried, because his employer had suffered from seasickness before, and fell asleep after discussing business with his assistant Hoffman, until Haven't had dinner yet.

"What's there?" Sitting on a chair, he took out a copy of the Times on the day the Titanic departed and flipped through it. With his chin, Carl ordered some food covered by the plate and asked Lovejoy.

Lovejoy nodded to Turner, indicating that Turner can start to prepare and arrange, "I have prepared some nutritious and easy-to-digest foods for you. There are squab, cauliflower, mashed potatoes, tomato soup, fruit pudding and more. Have a cup of coffee."

Although the food he heard belonged to Carl’s original hobby, now Carl still showed satisfaction with the squab squatting on the dinner plate and the rosemary leaves around it: “It looks good.”

"Spicer, please pass me the pepper." After tasting a piece of pigeon meat cut by the table knife, Carl found that he could not accept the bland taste for the time being, stopped the knife and fork, wiped his mouth with a napkin, and stood up to Shi Lovejoy, on the sidelines, made the request.

Lovejoy was surprised: "Are you sure? You didn't eat squab like this before." Surprised, Lovejoy still handed the black pepper cone to his employer without hesitation.

Carl patiently sprinkled pepper granules evenly on the surface of the savory squab, and said in a complaining tone: "If I stay at sea for a full month, I promise I can eat the pepper tree raw!"

Reminiscent of the fact that his employer was 'seasick', Lovejoy nodded deeply: "It's too hard for you, sir!"

Swallowing a piece of spicy pigeon meat, Carl didn't want to explain it to Lovejoy. He asked, "What happened to the Bucket mother and daughter today?" It's about Ruth Bookett.

Lovejoy: "Before you came back in the afternoon, Jack Dawson found Miss Rose, and Rose had a big fight with Mrs. Bucket, and then, for some reason, Jack Dawson left alone, a little annoyed. Then there was the dinner party, and I never saw them."

"Mrs. Bucket should be thankful that they are on a boat surrounded by the sea, otherwise she should go to the police station and report that someone has kidnapped her 'young and ignorant' innocent daughter!" Taking a sip from the coffee cup, Carl With a sneer, he pointed out the great possibility that Rose and Jack would elope.

"Do you need me to remind Mrs. Bucket from the side?" Lovejoy asked Carl casually, adding a large spoonful of mashed potatoes.

Glancing at Lovejoy in surprise, Carl asked with a smile, "Spicer, since when did you become interested in meddling in other people's family affairs?" Moreover, the more the relationship between Rose and Jack is hindered, the deeper it will become. Bar!

Lovejoy lowered his eyes and said, "Perhaps I'm a warm-hearted person?"

Twitching the corners of his mouth, Carl was acquiescing to Lovejoy's actions.They embarrass themselves in front of dozens of people, and they always have to make some little trouble for them.

bump!

The loud closing sound of the living room door of the suite almost gave the few people in the room the illusion that the whole room was shaking.It sounded like some surly young tenant had returned.

There was the sound of ping-ping-pong-pong items being overturned in the living room. Someone knocked over a clothes hanger and knocked over the sofa.Crash, the crystal glass wine set on the coffee table should have been swept to the ground.The people in the house stopped their original movements in doubt, and stared at the door together, as if they wanted to stare at a hole in the heavy wood.

"It's not Miss Rose!" said Lovejoy, frowning.He looked at Turner suspiciously: "Are you sure there will be no vicious security incidents on the Titanic?"

Controlling the volume, Turner declared excitedly: "The Titanic is the safest!"

"It sounds like two people are fighting?" Carl's mind quickly sketched out the struggle between the accidentally discovered intruder and the night watch servant. In his original world, this possibility is very high.

Carl motioned Turner to turn off the lights in the room, put away the napkin, stood up and walked gently to the head of the bed, picked up the white pillow, took out the hard metal object from it and handed it to Lovejoy, and said softly: "Colt M1911, the newest thing Hockley can get his hands on. It's good for close combat and has enough stopping power."

Ignoring Turner's terrified gaze,