The Lost Mermaid [Zhongyingmei]

The gift box in Hockley's hand has not been dropped for a long time.

Joeylov took the gift box from him, lowered his head, and showed a very faint smile.

Hockley looked up at the window again. He didn't know if there was anyone behind the window. He tried to look for the pair of blue eyes through the lifted window, but found nothing.

The workers worked silently and worked together to lift the fallen Christmas tree out of the courtyard gate, leaving only needles, ribbons and decorations scattered on the ground.Hockley only felt that his wishful thinking was trampled into the mud like red and green ribbons.

Joey Love stepped forward and whispered in his ear: "Master, you and Mrs. Rufu have an appointment for lunch, and the departure time is just right now, do you see...?"

Upon hearing this, Hockley clenched his fists and remained silent.

The curtains on the second floor remained motionless.

"Let's go."

Hockley let out a long breath, turned and left.

"Send for Ruth to come and dine with me."

Doris heard the sound of the car starting from behind the curtain, so she opened the curtain and looked in front of the courtyard door.Only half of Hockley's body was exposed through the rear window, and a small black box was placed on his lap, which was obviously not the one she had just returned.Hockley rubbed it for a long time, and finally opened the box.

The breath from the ocean hit Doris at once, like Pandora's magic box.

Doris opened her eyes wide. Could it be that Hockley originally planned to give her the Heart of the Ocean?

But in the next second, she denied this guess in her heart.How could an arrogant capitalist do such a loss-making business?Doris couldn't believe it. 'Is he here to threaten me with the Heart of the Sea?Or is there another purpose? '

Hawkley closed the box, and the breath of the Heart of the Ocean dissipated in an instant, but to Doris' surprise, the power from Hawkley reappeared. Obviously, the Heart of the Ocean had an unimaginable influence on him .

Doris leaned over worriedly, only to see the long black exhaust left by the car.

At dinner time, 1900 finally came back under the setting sun that filled the courtyard. Just as he took off his heavy coat and top hat, he heard the sound of a wheelchair passing across the floor on the second floor. After saying something, there was a sound on the stairs. The maid carried the wheelchair down from the second floor, and Doris slowly walked down while supporting the wall.

"I found a nice house, just outside of London." 1900 stepped forward, picked up Doris skillfully, and put her on the wheelchair. The maid looked at him hesitantly, 1900 waved only to let her prepare dinner.

"It's a small manor with a small lake next to it. The owner of the manor happened to be short of money today, so he was willing to lease it to us." 1900 pushed the wheelchair and walked towards the restaurant, "You can't guess who the owner of the manor is. who."

Doris didn't answer. 1900 felt strange and repeated it again. Doris woke up like a dream and asked, "What? I'm sorry, I didn't pay attention just now."

1900 was thoughtful, but he didn't ask, just repeated it again.

Doris showed a thoughtful expression, and then confessed to no avail: "I don't know, Danny. Have you met any new friends?"

"Patrick, Patrick Crowley, do you remember the name?"

Doris shook her head suspiciously.

“The young man sitting behind us at the auction that day,” 1900 explained, “seemed to be in desperate need of a large sum of money. I met him at the piano store, and he was about to mortgage a superb piano.”

The young man's exquisite attire appeared in Doris's mind: "I remember that he looked very rich, and at the auction that day, his bid was not low."

"Who knows, the money of those noble young masters comes and goes quickly." 1900 said casually, "In short, he leased the small manor to us. He doesn't live there on weekdays, and we can move there at any time. , it depends on when you want to move out."

The scene of this morning appeared in Doris's mind. She was worried that Hockley would find him again, disturbing her inner peace like a gust of wind, and hurriedly said: "It can be done tomorrow, the sooner the better."

"What? You don't like this hotel?"

"No." Doris looked away. "I like it very much, but—"

She didn't go on. 1900 knows her every move like the back of his hand, and feels that after he left today, someone came to visit and disturbed Doris's mind.