The Lost Mermaid [Zhongyingmei]

Doris didn't look at Hockley again, she lowered her head.To be honest, I said these words all at once, but now I don't know how to face him.

Realizing the seriousness of the problem, 1900 turned sideways to block Hockley from looking at Doris.

"Mr. Hockley, I think we have nothing more to talk about. Thank you for your kindness. As for dinner, you can invite Miss Buckett. I don't think she will refuse you-no matter who it is."

"..." Hockley was dumbfounded.

His identity and responsibilities have trapped him in this deadlock. Without Doris, he might gladly accept a woman who doesn't love him, and use diamonds and silk to make her a canary in a cage, to be with him , running a "perfect family" with gold and jade on the outside and ruins on the inside.

He originally thought that fate was destined to follow the written track.

But God smiled at him and gave him a possible choice.

Her eyes were as bright as the surface of the sea under the sun, glowing with blue waves and golden light, captivating one's mind.During his 30 years of being controlled like a puppet, these eyes often appeared in nights where nightmares and dreams were intertwined.

——A mermaid sits cross-legged on a black reef in the sea, her tail is more magnificent than the sunset, her black hair is thicker than seaweed, her slender waist and snow-white arms are particularly dazzling in the deep ocean.As she sang, countless fish hovered around the reef, waiting for her kiss and blessing.

Such dreams always wake up in loss and emptiness.

Doris was sitting in a wheelchair, overlapping with the mermaid figure in his dream.

She spoke, and her hoarse voice shattered his illusion, but it also caused sour pain in his heart.Her refusal was decisive, and her rhetorical question left him speechless.

He understood what Doris meant, and he was flattered that the strong and restrained emotion could hardly hold in her eyes.But this kind of her is destined to be let down and hurt by him.

Old Hockley's minions were watching him all the time, oppressing him so much that he could only go on that track.When the Titanic docked at the port of New York, he was no longer free under the gaze of the Statue of Liberty.

"Miss Boardman." The name was on the tip of his tongue, and the title 'Doris' was muttered in his heart, "You hate me, you should."

Doris raised her head in surprise.

"The Heart of the Ocean was won by me through fair competition. Please forgive me for not giving it to you." Hockley resumed his usual arrogant posture. No one could see that his palm had already been scarred, "The Heart of the Ocean The owner of the heart will be the future Mrs Hockley."

"As for Ruth, you are right that I may be responsible for her—but not now."

The corners of Hockley's mouth curled up, revealing a standard smile.

"Since you know, why are you here to provoke Doris!" 1900 angrily pushed his shoulder away, and Hockley was slammed against the car door by him, "Don't make those ridiculous excuses! Although Boardman's wealth is not as good as Fuck you, but we don't want to 'climb'! If you are like your father, who enjoys playing with women's feelings, don't even think about messing with us!"

1900 unceremoniously threw a fist.

Hockley was punched in the abdomen by his fist, and with a muffled grunt, he covered his lower abdomen with one hand, and put the other hand on the mirror of the car. The driver rushed over to help, but he pushed him away impatiently up.

Doris turned pale with fright at the sudden turn of events.

Hockley barely resisted, just protecting his key parts, despite 1900's fist hitting his back and abdomen.The gentlemen and ladies were stunned, the driver was blocked back, no one dared to rush forward to stop them.

Doris was anxious, angry, and bewildered.

She didn't understand why he was always hot and cold, and when she flinched, he came to her and showed great hospitality; but when she wanted to get closer, he pushed himself away indifferently and cruelly.

She watched 1900's unilateral beatings and wanted to stop them, but she didn't know who to stop?

Without any resistance, 1900 gradually felt strange and lost his strength.Hockley staggered back a few steps due to inertia, leaning his back against the rough tree trunk, panting heavily.

He gritted his teeth in pain, and roughly wiped the blood from his nose with his cuff, and his snow-white and neat white shirt was stained with red flowers.

Hockley waved his hand, stopped others from supporting him, and stood up straight.

"Mr. Boardman, you should vent your anger, but I owe Miss Boardman an apology, and I haven't told her yet." Panting, he straightened his ravaged shirt and suit.

1900 also took a deep breath, watching him walk towards Doris step by step with cold eyes.

"Mr. Hockley, please stop." Doris looked away, "I can hear you."

But Hockley didn't stop two meters away from her. He was stunned for a moment before still walking towards her.The tall figure cast a long shadow in the setting sun, completely covering Doris.

Doris tightly grasped the steering wheel of the wheelchair, trembling, ready to back away at any time.Her eyes were fixed on the man in front of her, unable to see his expression clearly.

However, he soon stopped at an appropriate distance, slowly bent down, and squatted down.

Hockley's lips were close to her ears, and Doris's ears and cheeks were flushed red from the setting sun or from embarrassment. Just like when they first met, her five senses became extremely clear, and she clearly caught his breath .

"I teased you, I didn't mean to—I'm sorry, Doris."

The name came out between his lips like a sigh.

He withdrew his body and raised his head. Only then did Doris see his expression clearly, half crying and half smiling.

He opened his mouth and said silently, "I love you."

I love you, but I can only tell you.