[Titanic] Rose is not shredded pork

On the way back, she laughed dazedly and wildly.

It's been a long time since I relaxed so happily.She couldn't help but think of the scene where she sneaked to the disco with her girlfriends in her previous life.At that time, they wriggled without any scruples on the dance floor, dismissing the men who came to strike up a conversation...the lights, the music, the crazy crowd...

Back in her own room, amidst Angelia's groans and gasps, she happily changed out of the smoky and alcohol-smelling shirt and skirt, washed up, and changed into pajamas , Sitting in front of the mirror lost in thought.

The lighting in the bedroom is soft, but she still feels that the light is too dark, the whole room is enveloped in luxurious and heavy brown, only a bunch of soft golden flowers in front of the vanity mirror add a touch of vitality to the room.

golden……

The soft golden hair appeared before his eyes again, and it was pulled back by its owner indiscriminately.

She pushed away the wooden comb, hand mirror and brush on the dressing table, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

Rose was extremely tired today, but she was so excited that she couldn't sleep.The face in the mirror was as fair and plump as ever, but it was no longer as white as porcelain, and there was a blush on her cheeks, which could almost make her rosy.

There was a knock on the door, a little urgent.

"I've already fallen asleep, can we talk about something tomorrow?" Rose said slowly and drawn out while exercising her muscles and bones.The joy at this moment belongs to her alone, and no one else can disturb and share it.

"It's me, Rose, please open the door. I have something very important to tell you." The voice belonged to Carl.

Oh, shit!It's better for the male supporting role to be a little more self-conscious, so don't show up at critical moments to gain a sense of presence, okay?

Rose silently complained in the language of her mother planet.

To be honest, she didn't dislike Carl—he was just a typical rich man who Rose was used to and had seen too much, and he didn't show the abhorrent and unforgivable bad roots for the time being.The dissatisfaction with Karl simply stems from the disgust of a suitor who is stalking and determined to win but does not please her.

"It is very late at night, Mr. Hockley, please come back."

"I beg you to open the door, Rose, and I only want to waste a minute of your time." Carl's voice was full of persistence and a trace of stubbornness, as if "if you don't let me in, I will stand at your door and not leave".

Rose slowly moved over, dragged the door open, made a gesture of surrender, and pointed to the clock on the fireplace: "You only have one minute."

The girl was wearing pajamas, with a coat draped over her shoulders, her short hair was disheveled and curled, while the man at the door was wearing the most formal dress, straight as if lined with steel plates, and her hair was as bright as the leather shoes. Rose almost thought he had waxed and polished them.

She asked humorlessly, "Are you going on a journey tonight, Mr. Hockley? Good luck."

Carl closed the door, a square box under his arm.

"I know my behavior tonight was disrespectful and abrupt, Rose." Carl knelt down on one knee, affectionate and full of ambition, "but I can't control my feelings for you, it drives me to act so impulsively, ridiculously and recklessly You must be wondering why I chose such an inappropriate time, because I was afraid, I sensed the danger, and I had to act first. I offer my heart, will you accept it?" Carl opened a flat The box, lined with black velvet, was a heart-shaped sapphire half the size of a fist.

She glanced into the box and said lukewarmly, "You have thirty seconds, Mr. Hockley."

"Oh, Rose, don't be so heartless! I know it's very unreasonable to propose with a necklace instead of a ring, but it's the only one that matches who we are and what we are, the only one that expresses my feelings for you. It's called The heart of the ocean is the blue diamond worn by Louis XVI, 56 carats."

Carl stood up and put it on Rose's neck involuntarily.He spoke very humbly, but the arrogance and conceit in his tone showed his determination to win the prey.Carl didn't even consider the possibility of the girl's refusal—after all, what girl could resist the temptation of the heart of the ocean?

The huge heart-shaped blue diamond is surrounded by a circle of dazzling colorless diamonds, like tiny stars surrounding the queen in a dark blue dance dress.The black velvet lining is reflective, and it should be glowing like the night, but all its light is taken away.The heart of the ocean was worn around her neck by Karl, and the dazzling dark blue rubbed against her cleavage, shining on her white and clean marble chest.

She had to admit that this diamond was so beautiful that women would give anything to get it, even their body or soul.

But Rose is not an ordinary woman, she is a woman.

What's more, this 56-carat heavy blue diamond is not as attractive to Rose as a pair of blue eyes.

"The heart of the ocean belongs to the royal family, and we are the royal family. I will refuse you nothing, as long as you don't refuse me. I have everything, and with me, you will be as happy as a princess. Promise me, Rose." Carl got down on one knee again, his face brushing against Rose's arm.

Rose didn't look at him, but stared at the two in the mirror.The man in the mirror is affectionate, anxious and arrogant, while the woman is indifferent, solemn, awe-inspiring and rebellious.

"Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Hockley." Rose stood up slowly, with a smile that became sweeter and more mocking. She slowly stretched out her hand and waved it in front of Carl, "To tell the truth, my dear Mr. Hockley, all that you can offer me, I can take with my head and my hands. Imagine how attractive such an offer would be to me, wouldn't you? Mr Hockley?"

She untied the heavy heart of the ocean around her neck, and put it back into the jewelry box casually: "You should go to please other ladies for your kindness. And the woman in the heart of the ocean, I'm not the only one left." She

Rose's back was straight, with one hand on her waist, her head tilted slightly, and she glanced at the stunned man obliquely, with a half-smile, presumptuous, arrogant and confident, "Honestly speaking, within ten years, I will If you are fully capable of buying this heart of the ocean that you can't eat or drink, and can only be used to highlight your status and vanity, why spend your whole life selling yourself to a man you don't like and can't get along with?"

She had said it mildly enough.

These words, translated into the language of the mother planet, are probably:

The old lady has money herself, why should she wrong herself?roll!

"But, Rose..."

"It's a minute too early, Mr. Hockley." She pushed Carl out the door. "Good night."

The instant the door closed, Carl could only remember a polite, nonchalant, dismissive smile on those soft, full lips.

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☆, the counterattack of the good girl