[Titanic] I can't help myself

We warm up for a few minutes first, not only to prepare the body for the intense exercise, but also to allow air to enter the interior of the ball and increase its elasticity.

I haven't played squash for a long time, and my hands are a little raw.I competed with Patrick and Carl in two games, both of them were obviously giving way to me, the angle of the ball was as far as possible for me to catch, and the speed was very gentle, but after a few games, these two people seemed to have just warmed up It's over, and I'm out of breath.

"That's not okay, Henry." Patrick sneered, "You are still so young, and your physical strength is so poor. When you go to college, you will definitely be looked down upon."

"That's just because I haven't exercised for a long time." I slumped on the chair, wiped the hair sticking to my forehead back, and gasped, "Besides, I am the current Earl of Richardmond, I have countless lands and manors, the Duke of Prestbury is my cousin, and the Earl of Cornwall is also my cousin, who dares to look down on me?"

Patrick laughed loudly, "Well, well, Mylord, you have the privilege."

Carl spun the racket, then took a towel from the waiter waiting outside, walked over to me, and wiped the sweat off my brow himself.

"Thank you." I sat up and took the towel, "I'll do it myself."

Carl took two steps back and didn't speak.He also sweated a little, unbuttoned a few buttons on his collar, and rolled up his sleeves, revealing his strong arms.

"Mr. Crawley." He said suddenly, "Let's have a game together."

"Okay." Patrick readily agreed.

This is the real sport, full of power and collision, fast ball speed, tricky angles, hard hits and fierce counterattacks, it looks hearty, and it is hard to turn your eyes away.

I stared intently at Carl's vigorous figure, and felt my face burn a bit.Patrick is just in his early twenties, and he has not yet lost the skinny figure of a young man. It seems that all the nutrition in his body is used to grow taller. From the appearance, there is always a suspicion of malnutrition.

And Karl is in the most attractive age of men.He looked strong and mature, his movements strong and aggressive, and his sweat-soaked clothes clung to his body, outlining his muscular figure.I suddenly remembered what I saw when we took a hot spring together in Bath, and the temperature on my face suddenly became higher.

The two came and went, evenly matched, the score was always tight, and finally tied 14-14.

"One point, how about it?" Patrick gasped.

"Okay." Carl nodded.

Served by Patrick, the two started the most critical game.The game was intense from the start, the squash ball hit the wall so loudly that I thought it could almost go through the wall.The two caught the tricky balls from various angles with various thrilling movements, and then fought back hard, sweat slipping down the air with every swing.

The fierce game attracted several men to stand on the sidelines and applaud the two when they saw a good ball.The applause seemed to seriously stimulate the competitiveness of the two of them. The more they played, the harder they fought. It made me feel as if the next time I swung the racket, the racket would break.until--

"Aww!!!" Patrick screamed, throwing his head back in an exaggerated posture and falling to the ground.

"Patrick!" I jumped up and rushed to him, "Are you all right!"

Patrick was hit on the forehead by the squash ball, and he looked as if he was knocked out, his eyes were half-opened, some rolled his eyes, and looked at the ceiling in a daze.

Carl snapped his fingers, "Go and call the doctor!" He said to the waiter outside.

I was too scared to touch Patrick, so I just lay him on the ground and kept calling his name, trying to wake him up.Fortunately, in less than a minute, he gradually recovered his sanity.

"Henry?" He looked a little confused, still lying on the ground, barely raised his hand, covering his forehead, "What's wrong..."

The doctor arrived soon, and after a simple examination, it was concluded that Patrick was fine, but that his head had been impacted, and he was fine with rest.The waiters hurriedly helped to carry Patrick back to his room.

Carl and I were not in the mood to play any more after the squash game, so we went to the telegraph office, and Carl dealt with some of his stocks, and I got some messages from Acton via George, Tell me about the newly planted beets and oats on the estate, and the rest of the time we go to the Café de Paris, which Karl had initially objected to, and stay until the dressing call for dinner.

After the novelty, life on the Titanic is no different from that on land, especially the ladies, who still keep changing clothes, chatting and walking.But my mother still found something she likes to do. She told almost all the female passengers in the first class about the preparations for the upcoming engagement ceremony in the United States, from the arrangement of the venue, the choice of date, the style of the dress, to the variety of flowers , the style of the invitation.It was an unexpectedly engaging topic, and the ladies were obviously very interested in the lace trim of the gown, the color of the pattern and the color of the background it should match, and they could have a tea time discussion.

And Rose's mood became more and more unstable.She would either sit blankly without saying a word, or suddenly say some inexplicable and vitriolic words. Fortunately, with that lunch as a lesson, my mother can always suppress her and prevent her from doing more embarrassing things .But that kind of Rose makes me very uneasy, she is an impulsive woman with serious emotions, and I am worried that when all this reaches her limit, she will do something stupid.

I didn't wait long for this moment.

At dinner the next day, when my mother was discussing the engagement ceremony with the lady at the same table for the nth time, Rose suddenly said "excuse me", and left the restaurant in a hurry, and walked out quickly.

"Don't worry." Seeing that I was looking at the direction Rose left, Carl comforted, "Let her calm down first, and I'll send someone to find her later. She won't have any problems on the Titanic."

I nodded and rejoined the conversation at the dinner table.

But soon, Mr. Lai Fujie walked into the restaurant and whispered something in Carl's ear.My gut feeling has something to do with Rose.Carl listened, looked at me with a raised eyebrow, and finally gestured for me to go out with him.

Outside the dining room, a crew member in uniform led us to the bow.

"I'm sorry that this happened, Earl of Richardmond, Mr. Hockley. After all, the third-class passengers are mixed, and sometimes it is very possible for a few scum to appear." He walked quickly, looking back at us from time to time , "Fortunately, Miss was just frightened, and did not suffer any substantial damage. We arrived in time."

This sentence immediately lifted my heart, and my voice changed in fright: "What the hell happened! Quickly lead the way!"

We started to run, and the crew explained the situation intermittently to us, and kept reassuring me that Rose was safe.But when I saw Rose sitting on a bench with disheveled hair trembling and tears wrapped around a blanket, I felt like my anger made me want to shoot someone.

I walked forward quickly, resisting the urge to punch him, and grabbed the culprit by the collar.His hands were cuffed behind his back, and he could only follow my movements and was forced to bend down in a twisted posture.

"Who gave you the courage to hurt a noble lady!" I roared angrily.

He blinked his pale blue eyes quickly, looked at me, then at Rose.

"You nasty thing! How dare you look at her?!" I yanked his neck and interrupted his sight.

"Henry!" Rose yelled, standing up and grabbing my arm. "Henry come on!" She wrenched the young man's neck out of my grasp. "It was just an accident!"

"Accident?" I turned my head and looked at her in surprise, "An accident?"

"Of course!" Rose exhaled an overly bright voice, and said in an unusually high-pitched voice, "That was really embarrassing. I leaned over the railing and slipped."

"Lying on the railing?" I stared at her, "Why are you lying on the railing?"

"I'm leaning over the railing, uh, thinking, uh, I'm thinking, uh, this..." Rose's green eyes were wide open, and through her eyes I could almost see the gears in her brain going crazy Then her eyes lit up, "I want to see..." She suddenly got stuck, gesticulating anxiously, turning her fingers, "I want to see..."

"Thruster?" Carl said.

"Yes, yes!" Rose said quickly, and the next words became much more fluent, "The thruster, I wanted to see the thruster, but I slipped! I almost fell, and Mr. Dawson saved me. He almost fell too." As she spoke, she looked at the young man with a stiff smile, and there seemed to be something to say in her eyes.

I looked at her face and quickly judged whether she was telling the truth or lying.After a second, I concluded that this must not be the whole truth.But no matter what, this excuse is very good. If Rose was really raped by this young man, even if she was not harmed, it would still be very harmful to her reputation.

But judging from her expression, the young man didn't do anything to hurt her.

"Ah, so you want to see the thrusters." I smiled and concluded the whole thing, and then laughed and said to the chief inspector on board, "She wants to see the thrusters."

"Let me tell you." Holding a wine glass, the big walrus-shaped chief inspector said with a smile, "It's over for a woman to touch a machine."

The police officer who twisted the young man's arm roughly turned his body around and asked sharply, "Is that so?"

The young man looked at Rose again, and Rose showed a vaguely pleading expression, and the two seemed to be exchanging some information.I quietly watched the silent communication between them.

"Yes, almost." Finally the young man swallowed and said.

"Well, this boy is a hero to save the beauty." The picket chief immediately praised, "Great, boy, well done! It's all right, let's go back and drink brandy! Haha!"

The eyes of Rose and the young man were still entangled, and the two showed a slightly pleasant look that seemed to hide some little secret.

I'm not worried at all now, but another kind of anger is bubbling up that makes me feel powerless.They thought their lies were solid, and they made secret eye contact, when in fact everyone present, from the picket chief to the crew, could see it all.Now no one will believe that the young man raped Rose just now, but they will think that Rose has some shameful little secret with him. What these people are most interested in is the little-known romances of the ladies. Shi, but because of my identities with Carl, I took the initiative to smooth things over.

But no matter what, something must have happened to Rose just now.

The police officer released the young man's handcuffs, and I walked over with a smile and said, "I apologize for my behavior just now, uh..."

"This is Mr. Dawson. Jack Dawson." Rose introduced me quickly.

"Mr. Dawson." I nodded. "Thank you very much for your selfless and fearless act."

"It's okay, this is what I should do." He stuffed his hands into his trouser pockets and shrugged.

Carl came over and patted me on the shoulder, "Okay, let's go in quickly, it's really cold outside, don't catch a cold."

"Carl," I turned to look at him, "I think we should show our gratitude to Mr. Dawson."

Carlton paused and said, "Of course, this is what it should be." Then he turned to look at Mr. Lai Fujie behind him, "Mr. Lai Fujie, is twenty pounds enough?"

"Huh? He's my savior!" Rose looked at us with incredible eyes. "Is my life worth twenty pounds?"

Twenty quid wasn't much, but it was by no means small, since none of us believed Rose's heroic rescue.But judging by her reaction, maybe the part about saving lives in this story is also true?

I took a serious look at Mr. Dawson again, and suddenly remembered that this was the young man who looked at Rose with obsessive eyes on the deck yesterday.

"Well, how do you think we should thank him?" I asked. "After all, he is your benefactor."

"Of course it should be more sincere, uh, uh, uh..." Rose frowned, and after thinking for a long time, she didn't know that kind of thanks could be regarded as sincerity in her mind.

"Well," Carl said suddenly, walking up to Mr. Dawson, "just invite you to have dinner with us tomorrow night. We can thank you formally in person, and you can tell us, um, you The heroic deeds of saving people. How is it?" With the last sentence, he turned to Rose.

Rose immediately smiled and nodded.

"What do you think?" Carl asked, looking at Mr. Dawson again.

Mr. Dawson hesitated for a moment, and nervously shifted his weight from one foot to the other, "Okay, no problem."

"Good, it's settled like this." Carl smiled, turned back to me, and said in a low voice, "This is a good show."

I hesitated for a moment, if the saving was true, then it would be too ungrateful to tease a real savior like this, "Don't go too far, Carl, he saved Rose's life after all."

"Who knows if it's true?" Carl said casually.

The author has something to say: So Mr. Jack finally appeared. . .