The Lost Mermaid [Zhongyingmei]

News of the marriage between the Bookett family and the Rose family quickly spread throughout the Titanic.

Dining room, corridor, smoking room, exercise room, as long as Ruth and little Edward appear, they will unknowingly become the focus of the audience.

The gentlemen and ladies all had envious looks on their faces, maybe they were envious of marrying such a beautiful and charming young wife, or maybe they were envious of an orphan girl from a declining family who could marry into such a wealthy family as Earl of Rose's Mansion.

However, no one knows how much of this envy is true or false.

Ruth suppressed her nausea and disgust, and wandered between the two Edward Roses.

There was undisguised greed and desire in Earl Rose's eyes, but he hid it well in front of others, showing the image of a kind elder.

Doris watched Ruth's strange response from occasional resistance to flirtatious provocation/teasing, and she couldn't help feeling sour and pitiful.

Becoming the person you hate the most is the most painful torture.

But such an idea was suggested by Doris, and they even agreed that such an approach could already be regarded as a mild resistance.

As long as you get through the torment of this period of time, you only need to perform this play well.

Doris and Carl "walked" on the deck, with the sea breeze blowing on their cheeks, even in the sun, they didn't feel the heat.

Carl, pushing Doris' wheelchair, stopped next to a bench, shaded by a parasol.

"Take a break, the sun is too hot today." Carl coughed and sat down.

Doris beckoned the waiter and ordered a cup of tea.

She looked at the calm sea in the distance. In the breeze, the waves seemed to be sprinkled with gold powder, exuding a golden blurred light.

She turned and looked at Carl as he drank his tea, and said, "It's going to be a fine day tonight! Maybe Captain Smith will call for a dance, Carl, and I want to dance with you in the crowd!"

Carl frowned, and was about to speak when Doris interrupted him.

"—and not standing alone in the corner, Karl."

Karl looked into her pure eyes, almost overflowing with love.

He suddenly felt guilty. Did Doris feel uneasy because they avoided the crowd?

The "fake" engagement between Ruth and little Edward made Doris feel that he didn't pay enough attention to her?

Thinking of this, Carl nodded: "I'm just worried about your legs, Doris. Dancing will make you feel unbearable pain. If you have to make your body uncomfortable in order to announce our marriage, then that's for me To say it is a flogging and a disgrace."

He grabbed Doris' wheelchair and brought her closer to him.

"I should have done this a long time ago, my mermaid princess, you must dress up tonight." Carl stood up, bent down and lifted a lock of long hair against his lips, "We will all be the audience focus! We will all be their most enviable couple!"

Doris pursed her lips and brushed the back of his hand with her fingertips.

"I'm not——Carl!" Doris pulled Carl suddenly, and he was unsteady and fell on top of her.

"What's wrong?" Carl staggered and tried to stand still, only to see Doris looking behind him in horror.

Karl turned around, and there was a black hole in front of his eyes.

Edward Roose Jr. held a gun in both hands, facing him.

There was no expression on his face, his eyes were cold.

He suddenly showed an evil smirk, stretched his fingers slowly, and leaned on the trigger.

In an instant, the reaction force left by Carl's experience of being kidnapped many times made him hold the wrist holding the gun, and with a skill in his hand, little Edward's finger on the trigger was unscrewed. up.

Little Edward hissed in pain, he did not expect Cal Hockley to resist so skillfully.

Carl didn't care if it hurt or not. He pushed Doris' wheelchair away, and at the same time raised his right leg and kicked little Edward's hand.

"Crack!" The pistol/gun was kicked away, landed hard on the ground, moved on the ground, barely stopped on the edge of the railing.

"What are you on the nerves!?" Carl growled, his hands did not relax, and his fist hit his handsome straight nose mercilessly.

Little Edward finally "woke up" from the shock. He went crazy, lost all his sanity and demeanor, and wrestled with Carl.

Doris was frightened, and after the two wrestled, she suddenly looked at the gun—it was already half hanging by the side.

She hurriedly steered the wheelchair and walked over there, trying to pick up the gun and help Carl.

The people walking on the deck were terrified and ran away screaming, not wanting to be involved in the struggle between the two men.

Doris was swayed left and right by the flustered flow of people, and the wheelchair rolled uncontrollably in the direction of the flow of people.In a panic, her hand reached for the emergency brake wrench and snapped it off hard.

The wheelchair stopped, but due to inertia, Doris inevitably fell forward.

She fell hard on the deck, and the hot iron ground scorched by the sun instantly passed the heat through the thin dress, scalding her palms.

"Doris!" Carl caught a glimpse of this side from the corner of his eye, stopped fighting, and wanted to run towards Doris in panic.

His shoulder was firmly restrained by little Edward, and he was thrown backward.

Karl wanted to shake off his hand, but his legs were also dragged by him.

Doris resisted the stinging pain, and climbed onto the wooden rail beside the railing with both hands, exerting all her strength, her upper body slowly got up from the hot ground.

There were large drops of sweat on her forehead, and her brows were tightly wrinkled.

Doris squinted her eyes, gritted her teeth and slowly raised her body, only to see that the gun happened to be not far away, crumbling.

Doris took a deep breath, and moved her lower body over there.

One step, two steps, three steps.

Holding the railing tightly with her left hand, she bent down and reached for the pistol/gun.

She grabbed it.

Doris cheered in a low voice, leaned on her elbows unsteadily to support herself on the railing, and stood up.

The numbness of the soles of her feet made her heart skip a beat, a burst of numb pain.

She had no time to care about her own discomfort, and turned her head to look at Carl and little Edward, only to see that Carl had thrown him to the place where deck B and deck C were connected.

Little Edward bit his arm in pain, and his hands clamped tightly around Carl's neck.

"Let go of him! Let go of Karl!" Doris stood up, raised the gun with both hands, and pointed the muzzle at little Edward.

The pain made her almost unable to stand, Doris bit the tip of her tongue, forcing herself to wake up, she could almost taste her own blood.

Little Edward loosened his teeth, but the strength in his hands did not relax.

He sneered, twisted his waist and turned over, blocking Karl in front of him.

Doris cursed, and leaned on the scattered tables and chairs with one hand and approached the two people.

Carl yelled, "Don't come here, Doris! I'll teach this ignorant fool!"

He was very worried that little Edward would shamelessly draw Doris into the struggle between the two men.

Carl broke away from little Edward's hand that was holding him, and twisted hard to the sides, hitting the back of his neck with his elbow.

While little Edward was venting his pain, he put his hands behind his back.

Little Edward's abdomen was mounted on the railing, and the violent impact almost made him vomit, and he lay down on the railing halfway down.In front of him, the bottom is the deck of C floor.

Carl's eyes lit up, and he pushed his knee against his thigh, rolling him up.

"Ah!—" Little Edward yelled in horror. His center of gravity was all on his upper body. He had already left the support of the railing and was on the verge of falling. "I was wrong! Pull me back!"

He repeatedly begged for forgiveness.

But Karl was not soft-hearted. He calculated the height of decks B and C in his mind, and he expected that no one would be killed, so he let go of his hand viciously.

With a bang——, Little Edward landed on deck C.

"Help! Help!"

"what on earth is it?"

"Is Hockley crazy? He treated Mr. Rose like this!"

"It was Edward Rose who came to provoke Carl first!" Doris glared fiercely at the panicked people. They timidly hid aside before, but now they are making sarcastic remarks!

He even wanted to wrong Carl!

"Look! This gun!" Doris raised the gun in her hand and faced the crowd.

The ladies screamed and almost fainted, and the men were also terrified, and shouted angrily: "Put down the gun! How can you be so vicious! What if you go off!"

Doris was so angry that her face turned red: "Luoshi pointed the gun at Karl just now! It's not that you didn't see it! How could you turn black and white like this?"

The crowd chirped and pointed at Doris.

"demon."

"Witch."

"Fairy."

All those words.

Doris wasn't angry that they abused her, and her voice was even viciously dubbed "the devil's whisper" by some!She never cared about others, but she couldn't bear to see them pour dirty water on Carl!

Doris' hand trembling.

A generous and warm hand held her hand, and the other palm blocked the muzzle of the gun.

Carl easily took the gun from her hand, expertly removed the bullets, and put them in the crumpled, blood-stained pocket of his suit.

"It's all gone! Little Mr. Edward is crazy, why don't you hurry to find a doctor!" His eyes locked on a trembling waiter, "Not only do you need a trauma doctor, I think you also need a psychiatrist! I am very Suspect he has bipolar disorder! My Doris and I didn't offend him, he can put a gun to my forehead, and everyone here!"

These words caused an uproar, and everyone had to suspect little Edward because of his words.

"Catch him quickly! Don't let him get away!"

a man yelled.

Immediately afterwards, several young men hurriedly swarmed down the railing, and quickly subdued him.

There was no one else in Doris's eyes. Her eyes scanned Carl's whole body, and saw that his straight suit was crumpled and stained with blood, including his and little Edward's.

There were bruised finger prints on his neck, and Carl coughed softly, his lips stained red with blood.

Doris couldn't hold back her tears at all. She wanted to hold on to the man in front of her tightly, but she was afraid of hurting him.

"I...I'll treat you!" Doris' tears hit his bloodshot knuckles.

Carl was surprised to find that Doris's tears, which normally sting small wounds with salty tears, cooled his burning wounds.

While comforting him softly, he looked at Doris' whole body.Her palms, chest, and cheeks also turned red from being pressed against the hot ground, but fortunately there were no blisters yet.

His gaze continued to move down, only to see that her shoes had fallen off at some point, and she was standing on the ground with bare feet.

Carl cursed little Edward's madness again in a low voice, picked up Doris by the waist, walked towards the wheelchair that had fallen not far away, and gently placed her on the wheelchair.

Doris couldn't stop crying, and continued to heal his wound and his restless mood.

Carl looked at her red and swollen eyes, feeling extremely distressed, and reached out to take out a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe away the tears on her cheeks.

"Don't cry, look, I'm much better now, even the wound—"

He paused suddenly, and took out the gun from his pocket.

This gun looks very familiar.