The Lost Mermaid [Zhongyingmei]

Ruth is undoubtedly a great beauty. Just standing there, her plump and graceful figure has attracted the attention of many men.Ruth and Hockley stood together in such an intimate manner that no one could fail to see their relationship.

Listening to their greetings, Doris's mind became muddled.

She still didn't escape this man.

Although she knew for a long time that if she wanted to regain the Heart of the Ocean, she would definitely have an intersection with Hockley, but it happened so suddenly that Doris didn't know what expression to put on for a while.What made her even more at a loss was that on that day, Ruth clearly quarreled with Hockley, and they were on fire.But now...

Doris doubted her previous judgment. Did Ruth invite her to the art exhibition on purpose?

Is she here to claim sovereignty?

"I haven't had time to thank Miss Bucket for sending an invitation letter to my sister. Doris?" 1900 saw that Doris was still silent, and patted her chair.

Doris came back to her senses, raised her head, and met Hockley's eyes.

Hockley looked at her rightly, with only her reflection in his pure black eyes, completely ignoring that Ruth beside him was holding his elbow.His blatant eyes made everyone around look at Doris in amazement, which made Doris feel ashamed and annoyed, but she couldn't express her anger.

"Luth, thank you for your invitation." Doris said awkwardly, "I just moved to a new residence, and there is a lake where we can drink tea."

"We will pay a visit, Doris." Ruth nodded with a smile, let go of Hockley's hand, walked to Doris's side, bent down and hugged her, "Are you still sick? My dear, last time I saw that it was not convenient for you to walk, why now..." Her eyes were full of worry.

Doris was slightly taken aback and shook her head.

"You should rest more, your voice sounds very hoarse." Ruth added, she looked back at Hockley, saw him staring at Doris, unable to see clearly, "Carl, you and Dr. Johnson Quite friendly, next time we go to visit Doris, can I..."

"Of course," repeated Hockley, "of course."

He said nothing, and looked away.Ruth frowned, secretly complaining about his weirdness and disrespect.

"Ladies and gentlemen." Mr. Crowley saw the strange atmosphere between them, and greeted, "Let's go in, look, everyone has already gone in."

A group of people exchanged greetings at the door, but other people came for the oil painting, and had already entered the venue one after another.

1900 nodded in agreement. He walked behind Doris and skillfully pushed the wheelchair.Strictly speaking, Mr. Crawley's guests were only 1900 and Doris. He looked at Hockley and said, "Then, we won't bother you, Mr. Hockley. I heard that Miss Bucket is in college. Li specializes in painting appreciation, and she will definitely introduce you to the works on display today."

"I don't understand Ruth's hobbies." Hockley said bluntly, "I'll tell you the truth, Mr. Crawley, I'm a businessman and I only know how to make money. What 'abstract art' and 'impressionism' mean to me. It’s not as attractive as a pile of steel. However, since Ruth likes—” Hockley patted Ruth’s hand at the elbow lightly, “I’m willing to exchange the check in my pocket for her favor.”

Crowley coughed dryly. He didn't expect the son of the "Steel King" in front of him to be so vulgar, talking about money.

1900 snorted coldly in his heart, nodded and said, "Miss Bukett must be very happy, her fiancé loves her very much. To make a 'Grandet' willingly take out gold coins, perhaps only deep love can do it."

"No..." Ruth showed embarrassment, turned her face away, and shook her head weakly.

Hockley raised his chin, and a very faint smile appeared on his lips: "Mr. Boardman, I am still pursuing Ruth. This rose has not been transplanted into my garden yet. She has a sharp body. The thorn gave me no small challenge."

"I'm not 'Grandet' either, you think too highly of me."

"I didn't enjoy the auction that day! Miss Boardman."

Doris closed her eyes, and clenched her hands under the blanket on her lap, her palms hurting from the pinch of her nails.