The Lost Mermaid [Zhongyingmei]

When Carl, Doris, and 1900 heard the sound of the boat, and packed up their belongings and prepared to board the boat, Jack arrived late and stood behind Carl.

Doris looked at the souvenirs and snacks in his hands, excitedly let him take them in front of him, and played with them one by one on his knee.

Exquisitely carved gold and silver cufflinks, decorative pocket watches, lace headbands of various patterns, sweet little cakes... Doris is simply dazzled.

After handing the small souvenir to Doris, Jack straightened up, turned around and saw Carl exchanged glances with him, Jack nodded slightly, and followed them onto the boat.

"Beep--"

The crew blew their whistles, urging them to quicken their pace.

"Quick! Don't make them wait for us!" Doris said excitedly, even though she was urged, she wasn't sad at all.

The other three also wished for it, and quickened their pace - no one wanted to have an accident because of the prolonged delay.

Amidst the clanging footsteps, they quickly entered the Titanic.

"You guys are finally back! Alas, it's a pity that we have to wait for a while before the ship can start!" A crew member on duty led them back to the B deck through the private passage, and he gestured to his colleagues as he walked.

The exit door was not closed, and a crew member leaned out and looked out.

Carl's heart skipped a beat, and he pretended to be dissatisfied and said, "Is there anyone who came later than us?"

He frowned, worried that the loss of one would make the crew suspicious.

1900 and Jack also clenched their fists, and Doris looked at the crew members curiously.

The crew member shrugged and said helplessly: "Mr. Edward Rose also disembarked with his servants. Captain Smith said that he booked a luxury car here to take back to the United States."

Doris dissatisfied: "Little Mr. Edward? How could he do this... We came back on time according to the stipulated time, but we didn't expect to delay the trip because of him?"

If it were someone else, Doris would definitely not feel unhappy about it.

Carl secretly heaved a sigh of relief because of the name.

He raised his eyebrows indifferently, and said disdainfully: "Perhaps Mr. Luo Shi was born in a noble family and has long been used to such privileges—even if there are many important people on board, he doesn't take it seriously."

The crew member smiled awkwardly and didn't answer.

The gods fight, and the kid suffers. He doesn't want to offend another big shot just because he agrees.

Doris didn't want to hear about this man either, so she stopped talking.

Carl was still thinking about the situation of Joeylov..., walked back with his head down, and was silent for a while.

The few people took the elevator back to floor B in silence, and met Captain Smith at the elevator entrance.

Captain Smith was also waiting for the elevator to go to the boat deck. He met a group of people and took off his hat politely: "Mr. Hockley, Mr. Boardman, Miss Boardman, good day."

The group also greeted him politely. Doris invited the captain to go up with them, but Captain Smith did not refuse.

The iron elevator door was slowly closed, and the elevator operator set the floor for them.

Doris looked at Captain Smith's nervous expression, and asked, "Captain Smith, are you in a hurry? You don't look relaxed."

"It won't be easy for anyone to be the person in charge of the Titanic, Miss Boardman." Captain Smith replied in twos and twos.

Carl heard his perfunctory words: "Is there something hidden on the Titanic? Captain Smith, we must try our best to eliminate all problems before they happen!"

Captain Smith looked at him: "There is no problem with the Titanic, I am just thinking about the next itinerary. Because Mr. Rose is late, we may have to speed up the progress."

"You don't have to," Carl objected. "Safety is paramount, Mr. Captain."

Seeing that Captain Smith obviously agreed with Carl's statement, but his brows were still furrowed, Doris said bluntly, "Someone wants you to speed up? Or even take huge risks?"

Captain Smith didn't expect Doris to ask bluntly, his eyes became stern.

Carl had already guessed this way: "Mr. Ismay's meaning?"

Captain Smith's Adam's apple moved slightly, but he didn't speak.

Carl and Doris looked at each other and understood.

"Mr. Ismay's thoughts... I understand that he must want to add more glamor to the Titanic. If he can arrive earlier, the radiance of the Titanic will be even greater." Carl looked outside the elevator The floor changes slowly, slowly.

"Carl, you..."

"I'm also a capitalist, so of course I understand what he thinks." Karl laughed at himself.

If it wasn't for meeting Doris, he wouldn't regard life—the life of other people as so important.

For businessmen and capitalists, interests are above all else.

Carl turned around and patted Captain Smith on the shoulder: "If you need anything, you can come to me. As for the Titanic, I only hope that it can reach the United States safely. I have spent all my money. You should understand what I meant."

Captain Smith's face paled slightly, and he saluted quite solemnly.

"With your words, I am relieved."

"I trust you, Captain Smith."

Carl reached out to shake his hand.

It was another half an hour before the Titanic set sail again.

It was not until dinner time that Doris met Mr. Edward Rose Jr. in the à la carte restaurant.

He was sitting at a long table with his grandfather, surrounded by some strange gentlemen and businessmen, and facing several ladies and ladies.

They seemed to be having a good time chatting, with occasional bursts of laughter.

But Doris' eyes were firmly attached to the lady opposite Little Edward - that was Ruth.

The numbness and pain in Ruth's eyes were all too familiar at this moment.

Just like when she was in England when she was forced to get close to Carl by Mrs. Bucket, but the hero at this moment was changed.

Doris couldn't figure it out, what exactly does this little Edward want?

Ruth was a beauty, of course, but she was also a wild horse.Doris could not believe that little Edward did not see her rebellion and resistance.

Such a person, even if he is forced by "power" to compromise his body, will it bring him a sense of pleasure?

She is just like her name, a delicate rose with thorns all over her body.

If he took it off forcibly, his hands would surely bleed like rivers.

Little Edward and a group of gentlemen turned their backs to Doris, and she couldn't see his expression clearly.

Karl followed Doris's line of sight, and only frowned.

Carl picked a window seat at the other end of the restaurant and opened up an empty seat, allowing Doris to sit across from him.

After embarking on a ship at Cherbourg in 1900, he left with his friends.At this time, his musician friends were playing a romantic and lingering symphony in the middle of the restaurant. 1900 seemed to have settled the dinner a long time ago, and sat by the piano for a while.

Jack did not appear by Carl's side either, and Doris suddenly felt a little quiet. Only then did she remember that Joey Love, who was staring at him like a tiger, seemed to have not appeared in front of her eyes for a long time.

The last time Doris recalled seeing him seemed to be in the port of Cherbourg.

On the way back, she was kept talking to her by those novel gadgets and 1900, and ignored the "existence" of Joey Love, but now thinking about it, why did Joey Love suddenly disappear?Why didn't he come on board with them?

The waiter came over with a thick menu, bent down and asked in a low voice, "What do you need, Mr. Hockley?"

Carl took the menu, casually opened the heavy cover, and raised his eyes to look at Doris.

"One, no, two lamb chops, and two glasses of Cabernet Sauvignon." He didn't even look at it, and handed the menu back to the waiter.

Doris opened her mouth, but before she could speak, she heard Carl continue to order: "For starters, a creamy chicken crisp box and caviar, vegetable soup and creamy mushroom soup are of course essential. Grilled salmon and pan-fried cod Must have."

Doris nodded frequently as she listened to his detailed instructions.

She felt that such an arrangement was very ironic - Doris herself couldn't figure out so many delicacies.

"Let's have some asparagus and tomatoes for the salad." Carl finally opened the menu again, went straight to the last few pages, and carefully selected the dessert. "Honey, do you want ice cream or apple pie?"

Doris shook her head indifferently: "You have the final say."

Carl closed the menu contentedly: "Then let's have one!"

Doris' utter trust filled him with satisfaction.

"You treat Doris like...a child, Mr Hockley."

A familiar voice sounded, and Doris' eyes lit up instantly. She turned around and shouted in surprise, "Mrs. Strauss! Long time no see!"

"Long time no see, my dear Doris." Mrs. Strauss greeted her with an intimate hug.

Karl also stood up and gave her a simple salute.

Doris did not see Mr. Strauss who was always inseparable by her side, and asked, "Where is Mr. Strauss? Is he okay too?"

"Ah! He is discussing business with Earl Rose!" Mrs. Strauss pointed to the long table on the other side, "He is wonderful, we are all looking forward to returning to the United States soon, the children at home have sent Telegram. Oh! How I miss them!"

Doris looked to the other side, and sure enough, the tall gray-haired figure on Mr. Rose's right was Mr. Strauss.At this time, their meal was coming to an end, and they stopped the knives and forks in their hands.

But what about Ruth?

Doris suddenly found that the seat next to Mrs. Bucket was empty.

Did she go to the bathroom?

"Stop talking, I'm in a hurry to go to the bathroom, you can come to room B-68 to find me and the old man at any time." Mrs. Strauss stroked Doris's smooth black curly hair and said goodbye in a hurry.

Doris knew where she lived, and guessed that maybe the ladies needed to touch up their makeup and freshen up after dinner.He didn't hold back, and hugged her goodbye again.

Doris and Carl sat face to face again. The appetizers came quickly. The small portion of creamy chicken crisp box and caviar were placed on a clean ceramic plate, which was lightly placed in front of the waiter.

Carl smeared caviar for her, and asked casually: "You don't like me like this, do you decide everything?"

"No. Carl, but I'd rather you show me how to do it."

Doris smiled slightly, and a faint dimple appeared on her cheek: "You promised me that you would teach me all kinds of human rules, so you can't break your promise."

"Even if I deceive everyone, I won't deceive you." Carl held her hand.

Doris looked into his deep and affectionate eyes, and suddenly wanted to ask about Joey Love.

"Carl..."

"God! What's going on here!" A shrill cry interrupted the conversation between Doris and Carl, and they looked at each other in confusion, not understanding what happened.

A crew member hurried up outside the dining room, running straight towards Carl and Doris.

His footsteps were in a hurry, in a panic, bumping into many tables and chairs, almost causing the vase on the table to fall.

"Calm down! What the hell happened! So flustered!" Karl stood up and asked sharply.

Doris looked at them blankly.

There were big drops of cold sweat on the waiter's forehead, and he was breathing rapidly, as if a hand was strangling his neck.

Doris had a bad feeling in her heart, could it be that Joey Love...

"It's Jack Dawson! Sir!" The waiter finally got through the breath and lowered his voice hoarsely, "He, he intends to misbehave Miss Bucket!"

The author has something to say: I'm starting to follow some original plots~ But now the cause and process are different from the movie.

As for Carl's meticulous arrangements for Doris' dining, he also treats Ruth in the same way in the movie, but for Ruth, he may be more of a desire to control. Ruth dislikes him, so naturally she will dislike him Everything, so was also mocked by Mrs. Brown.

But what kind of pot goes with what bowl, Doris and Ruth have similarities, but they are different in this point.She loves Karl, and this kind of arrangement is a sign of Karl's care and consideration to her.