[Titanic] I can't help myself

"Think about it, there will always be a solution." I said softly, "For such a big thing, I still suggest you tell your parents, they are your close relatives, and they may say that they are disappointed with you at first, but they They are the people who love you the most in this world, they will protect you and solve all problems for you."

"No, I can't tell them." Miss Elizabeth shook her head, put down her handkerchief, and showed her red eyes, "Once they find out about this scandal, they will definitely want to kill me in anger, maybe to save Langley's face Help me solve these problems, but in the end it will definitely drive me away, let my lonely old aunt stay together, don't give me a penny of dowry, and leave me alone until I die."

"You are thinking too extreme." I comforted, "Although your parents seem strict and ruthless, they will definitely do their best to protect you when you are really in danger."

"You don't know, you don't understand them." Miss Elizabeth blinked, holding back the tears that were about to flow, "They don't love me at all, they only love Francis, to be precise, it is love Francis that can bring them They only care about whether we are dignified and elegant enough to be praised and loved by enough people, if I don’t have these, I’m not as good as my father’s dog.”

I sighed, "You and Rose really think alike. She thinks of my mother the same way. But you have to know, as a girl, your most important achievement now is not to be a girl that everyone praises." Are you a qualified lady? Your future marriage, your happiness, and everything about you are almost based on your current pure reputation. They must attach great importance to it."

"Perhaps." Miss Elizabeth shrugged and wiped the corners of her eyes again, as if she didn't want to continue the subject.

We finished this heavy lunch slowly and silently.At two o'clock, Carl came to pick us up on time.

"Miss Elizabeth." He shook her hand, with an overly bright smile on his face, "I hope this won't be too abrupt, if you have other schedules in the afternoon, I might be able to have the honor of being the driver of the two of you." .”

"You are so kind." Miss Elizabeth has recovered, and there is no trace of crying just now. "But I'm afraid I can't accept your kindness. I will go home directly in the afternoon."

"Ah, then please allow me to give you a ride."

We sent Miss Elizabeth to the door of the house. After getting off the car, she shook hands with me again, "Thank you very much, this lunch made me very happy." She said meaningfully, then turned and entered the house.

I looked back and saw Carl staring at me.

"What's wrong?" I touched my face differently, "Is there something wrong?"

"No." He relaxed his expression, returned to the driver's seat, and started the car, "We have an afternoon to spend freely, do you want to go for a drive?"

I thought about it, I have been busy with Miss Elizabeth these days, and I really want to relax, "Okay," I nodded.

Carl took me all the way out of Bath, galloping on the road to London.

"Be careful!" I reminded loudly.The current traffic conditions and laws are not so developed, and it is still dangerous to drive too fast on this road, but I can't say that I haven't enjoyed the long-lost speed and the cool wind blowing on my face.

"Be careful, don't catch a cold." Carl put one hand on the steering wheel leisurely, and casually stroked my hair with the other hand, pinched the back of my neck, and put it behind me on the backrest.

"Don't touch my head and neck like this all the time." I glared at him, "It makes me feel like a child."

Carl laughed loudly: "I know you are not a child." His voice sounded broken in the wind, "I have a very deep understanding of this." After speaking, he insisted on pinching my neck again.Because he was driving fast, I was afraid of disturbing him and causing an accident, so I had to let him do whatever he wanted.

After almost two hours, we entered the city of London.Carl took me straight to Savile Row and turned into a tailor shop called Lightoller & Boxhall.

"Carl!" I said in shock, "I thought we were just here for a drive or a shopping trip!"

"Yeah, we are indeed shopping and buying something by the way." Carl said indifferently, as if we were just buying an apple at the grocery store on the side of the road instead of standing in an expensive restaurant on Savile Row, which is famous for its advanced customization. In the tailor shop.

Savile Row has almost gathered the most outstanding men's clothing haute couture tailors in the UK, many of which have served the royal family, and the clothes designed and produced are first-class in terms of format and quality.At the same time, the price is definitely not affordable by ordinary people.

I suddenly felt that Karl's arrangement of activities today was very wrong.

"Go get Joseph," he said to the waiter, "that Cal Hockley is here." Then he said to me, "I invested 53% in this tailor shop, and I am the main investor. So is Joseph Lightoller The investor of this store is also one of the only senior designers of this store, if you invite him to make a few sets of clothes for you, there is no need to queue up, and the time will be much faster.”

"Come on, Carl, I don't think I need to buy new clothes right now. Besides, we're only here for a drive," I whispered. "How about we go to St. James' Park?"

"Nonsense, of course you need it, you've grown at least an inch taller than when I first saw you, and your clothes don't fit you anymore. It's not too late to go to St. James' Park after you've finished measuring your size. I'll go to Li at dinner. How's the restaurant? I'm going to have someone book a table now."

"What's wrong with you, Carl? Did something happen today?" I asked hesitantly, "You look a little..."

"What happened? Of course nothing happened." He quickly interrupted me, "Don't think too much, honey, relax, I just want to take you out for a walk, nothing else."

Just as we were talking, a tall, thin middle-aged man came in, and our conversation ended here.

This man was Joseph Lightoller.He and Carl hugged, and then they got straight to the point, discussing the style of the custom-made clothes, all without asking me a word.Then, before I knew anything about it, Joseph Lightoller took out a tape measure from his pocket, asked me to take off my coat, stood on a small table, and began to measure me.Carl stood with folded arms and watched.

After measuring the size, they began to discuss the style and details of the clothing. Joseph Leitholler took a sketchbook and sketched on it. I watched from the side and wanted to ask a few times, but Karl said "Don't Nao” got stuck back, couldn’t get in a word, and was finally invited to the lounge and drink tea by the waiter.

I was suffocating, angry and bored, so I could only drink tea non-stop, and ended up going to the bathroom non-stop.Carl came out almost an hour later.

I stood up to meet him, and said stiffly, "How much?"

"Huh?" Carl said casually, "Oh, don't worry about that, I've already paid and posted. Ah, by the way, Joseph, don't forget to have someone wrap up the silk handkerchief and cuffs I like."

"It's already wrapped." Joseph Letoller asked someone to bring a small package. "Two dozen handkerchiefs and five pairs of cuffs are inside. Would you like to take a look?"

"What?" I felt that my waist was starting to ache from anger, but because there were people beside me, I could only hold back my words until we left the tailor shop.

Out the door, I finally couldn't help shouting in a low voice, "Carlton Nathan Hockley!" I shouted his full name angrily, "Why don't you ask me if I want to? You have everything Have you considered my opinion? I have not agreed to make clothes, nor to buy handkerchief cuffs! What the hell are you going to do!"

"Henry, don't get angry with me because of this kind of thing, okay?" He came over and put his arms around my shoulders, and led me towards the direction of the car, "It's nothing to be noisy about."

I threw his hand aside, "Don't try to be perfunctory, Carl, what's wrong with you? You brought me here suddenly, and you suddenly made clothes. And the bill, why pay for me, I can't afford it."

"Of course I know you can afford it, honey." He put his arms around my shoulders again, and this time I didn't have the energy to throw his hands away again, "I just wanted to do something for you. That's all, Don't be angry anymore, okay?"

"You could do something else than buy me expensive clothes or something. God, it makes me think you see me as a woman!" I stopped looking at him and stared in the other direction, Take a deep breath to calm yourself.

"Of course I didn't think that way! Well, I was wrong." He tightened his arms, almost holding me tightly beside him, "Don't be angry, I will definitely ask your opinion next time, okay? .”

I heard the coaxing and perfunctory meaning in his words, and suddenly felt a little frustrated. "You really..." I didn't know what to say, so I had no choice but to leave him, walked quickly to the car, opened the door and got in.

Carl followed up slowly and sat in the driver's seat. Seeing that I still didn't want to look at him, he sighed a long time, reached out to support my face, and turned my head around.

"Don't be mad, okay? I just want to make you happy."

"I wasn't at all unhappy before coming here again."

"I just want to please you." He looked into my eyes, suddenly leaned over, kissed my forehead lightly, and quickly backed away before I could react, "Don't be angry anymore."

Startled by the kiss, I snapped his hand on my face and snarled, "Carl, I told you I didn't like this!"

The sound was louder than I expected. Both of us were stunned, and the car was suddenly so quiet that it made people panic.I stiff-necked and looked out the window, suddenly feeling like I was overreacting.

Carlton paused for a moment, without looking angry at all, he just withdrew his hand and said calmly, "Sorry."

There was an eerie silence in the car, I swallowed nervously, and suddenly felt a little regretful about my casual tantrum just now.

He just wanted to buy me something. Although it didn't meet my wishes, it was his kindness after all.And not only did I not appreciate it, but I blamed him casually. This attitude is self-willed and hypocritical. How is it different from those women who boss men around?It is extremely rude.

Carl didn't speak, just took out a cigar and lit it.The compartment was suddenly filled with the smell of cigar smoke.

"I'm sorry," I whispered, turning my head slowly, looking at him cautiously, "I'm sorry, I overreacted."

Carl looked at me and smiled softly, "No, I was wrong. So you are not angry anymore?"

I felt that the breath in my heart just now was like a balloon being punctured, and it was all vented out with a puff.

"Don't be angry. I shouldn't have treated you that way. I'm sorry, forgive me." I also smiled, "But don't do this again in the future. Whether it's clothes or this." I pointed to my forehead.

He sucked a cigar in his mouth, and then slowly spit it out, "Okay." He smiled and said in a low voice, stretched out his hand to support my head, rubbed the place I kissed just now with his thumb gently, He squeezed the back of my neck again, and then started the car, "It's good that you don't get angry, then, next, we can go to St. James's Park for a while, and then go to the Ritz Hotel for dinner. I have already asked someone to book a seat , what do you think of this itinerary?"

"Since you've made up your mind, so be it." I sighed.

The author has something to say: Karl is about to die of anger~~hahaha~~~