[Titanic] I can't help myself

Jack suddenly seemed a little flustered, and he took two steps back helplessly: "Don't do this, Henry, it's just a matter of effort."

"I also want to apologize for my rudeness last night. You are Rose's savior, but I seem so contemptuous."

"It's okay." He swung his arms wildly, "As long as you know that I'm not a gangster."

"I really don't know how to thank you." I said sincerely, "If you have any requirements, please feel free to ask me. I will definitely do it for you within my ability."

"Isn't there already?" Jack said. "You invited me to dinner tonight in return."

"Oh, that's just a formal thank you, not a real repayment." I said shyly.

We circled the deck several times, and the conversation revolved around Jack's own life.When I knew he liked painting, I asked, "If you don't think this is offensive, I can find a way to introduce you to a formal school system to learn painting, and I will pay for your tuition and living expenses."

Jack's eyes widened. "Oh, oh, God." He looked very surprised. "Oh, my God... my God..."

"What do you think?" I smiled at him.

"I can't...I can't accept it." Jack's expression seemed to yearn for my proposal, but he still said firmly, "This is too much, if you just thank me for saving Miss Rose. I didn't do anything. "

"But you saved a life." I said, "It's nothing to you, but it's very important to us. I think if Miss Rose knows, she won't say my thanks are not sincere enough. Alright." I joked.

"But that's too generous," he whispered. "I can't take it with peace of mind. You might as well give me twenty pounds."

"Think about it again." I said, "Anyway, there are still a few days before disembarkation. We can discuss this matter slowly."

It took me a few more laps around the deck before I said goodbye to Jack and went back to my room.I had just sat down on the couch to relax my legs when there was a knock on the door.Carl walks in.

"You disappeared after breakfast." He came and sat down beside me. "Then I saw you on the deck walking with that punk from last night. What are you talking about?"

"Oh, don't say that about him. He's Rose's lifesaver," I corrected. "We were just talking about last night."

"What happened last night?" Carl leaned back on the sofa, with one hand resting on the back of the sofa behind me. "What is there to talk about last night? It takes so long to talk about it."

"I needed to make sure he was a real hero, and then we talked about something else."

"Others?" Carl chased after him.

"Something about himself," I said patiently, "in which I tried to find some way of repaying him. He seems to be drawing for a living now, and I thought I might recommend him to a painting school for a formal and systematic study. learning."

"You don't need to waste so much thought on this kind of person." Carl said impatiently, "Just give him more money. What he needs most is money. That's enough. You are a classy person, don't Deal so much with these scumbags, or they'll haunt you like moths."

I don't want to argue with him.Karl's thoughts are common in high society, and I feel guilty when I think of the impending dissolution of the engagement, and I am ashamed to argue with him on such matters.

"I know." I replied ambiguously.

"Good." He showed a satisfied smile, "Do you have any plans for today?"

"Patrick asked me to go swimming with him," I replied. "We're going to Café de Paris in the afternoon, and Patrick and I both want to try all the desserts at the café before disembarking."

"Patrick again," Carl muttered, sounding a bit disaffected, "don't you think you spend too much time with him?"

"I still think it's a little bit less." I said with a smile, "Carl, I don't know why you hate him so much, but Patrick is really a very good person. I found it very pleasant and rewarding to chat with him. He has many unique insights into the transformation of the farm, and he knows a lot about various investments. He is a person who is very willing to take risks. He said that if he was an American, he would go to the United States to start a business and strive for his own world... ..."

"You can also ask me about these things." Carl interrupted me bluntly, "Whether it is the manor, or the United States, or investment, or adventure stories, I can also tell you, I know more than Mr. Crawley more and more real.”

"I know, Carl, I know you know a lot of things, but," I hesitated, "but that doesn't mean I can't make other friends."

Carl frowned.

"If you really don't like him," I said, "I won't force you to get along with him. You don't have to stay with me."

"Huh, you have new friends, so you can't wait to throw me aside?" Carl looked a little annoyed.

"Of course not!" I quickly explained, unable to understand his anger, "Why do you think so? Besides, who doesn't have one or two friends? Why are you angry about it?"

"Because he doesn't look like a good thing!" Carl waved his arms vigorously in the air with disdain, "He definitely has bad intentions for you!"

"Please, Carl." I said helplessly, "He doesn't like...he doesn't like men. He has a fiancee. We are pure friends."

"What about you?" Carl interrupted me loudly, "You can guarantee that you have no intentions against him!"

"Carl!" I looked at him in shock, stuttering with anger, "I, I like men, but that doesn't mean I like a man! You, you are too much!"

I didn't want to talk to him any more, so I turned around and walked to the bedroom.

"Henry!" He stood up and grabbed my wrist and pulled me back, "I'm sorry Henry, I apologize for what I just said. I'm just worried about you, look, you're just a kid, I'm afraid of you… ...Don't be angry, I didn't mean to humiliate you in any way."

I closed my eyes and let out a long sigh.I find myself sighing a lot lately.

"It hurts, you know?" I said, "It's like I'm so... like a woman who isn't.disciplined...”

"I'm sorry." He pulled me towards him again, putting his arms around my shoulders, "I won't say such things again."

I didn't want to discuss it with him anymore, so I just smiled and said, "My appointment with Patrick is coming up, do you want to come with me?"

"Of course." Carl said quickly.

Patrick had a big bruise on his forehead from the squash game the day before yesterday.The current standard hairstyle for aristocrats is to comb the hair back to expose the forehead, so there is no way to cover up the huge mark. He can only explain it to others over and over again, and try his best to turn a blind eye to other people's prying eyes.

However, he didn't blame Karl for this, but he happily pulled Karl to compare with him in the swimming pool.In the swimming pool, Patrick finally avenged the goal of the day before yesterday. Whether it was backstroke, butterfly or freestyle, he was far ahead, as light as a dolphin.

When Patrick won Carl again, for a moment, I seemed to see a ferocious expression on Carl's face, but it seemed to be my illusion, because in the next second, he showed a polite smile.

After lunch, we sat at Café de Paris as planned.The dessert chef here is specially hired from France, and the ingredients used are also very authentic.It's a bit embarrassing for a man to like to eat sweets, so when I found out that Patrick also had this little interest, the joy of finding a soulmate in my heart was beyond words.

Carl didn't have any interest in desserts. He just ordered a cup of coffee and began to read the newspaper, while the two of us chatted non-stop.He doesn't want to join our conversation at all, I don't understand why he has to sit here, just to read the newspaper?We stayed until the dressing number sounded for dinner.

My mother rushed in while I was changing.As soon as she came in, she waved anxiously to let all the servants go out.

"God! Henry, do you know what I saw just now?" She walked back and forth in the room quickly, while quickly fanning the small fan in her hand, "It's so embarrassing, so embarrassing! She Actually, actually spitting like a punk!"

"Who are you talking about?"

"Who else, of course Rose!" The mother stopped suddenly, and then started to walk up and down again, "It's disgusting! How dare she do such a thing! And it happened to be seen by Mrs. Brown and the Duchess." !"

I comforted, "How is it possible? You must have read it wrong. Rose would never have thought of doing such a thing. She has never seen such a thing."

"Because someone taught her! That Dawson or Doyle or something inferior!" Mother said angrily, "Like two idle street punks, leaning on the railing and spitting into the sea!"

"Really?" I held back tears from laughing.My mother immediately glared at me sternly.

"Ah, Mom, forgive him, he is Rose's savior after all." I said in a slow voice.

My mother sat down on the sofa in my room and continued to fan the small fan quickly. After a few minutes, she suddenly stopped.

"Henry, I have a bad premonition." The mother said seriously, "That Dawson, Rose doesn't look right in his eyes."

"You don't worry too much. Mr. Dawson lost his parents when he was a teenager, and he worked everywhere to make a living. He can't even provide for his own food and clothing. He must not have a high level of education. Rose has read too many books. , what she likes is a learned person with artistic accomplishment. She may have a good impression of Mr. Dawson, which is why he saved her. As for feelings, she doesn't like Mr. Dawson. "

"You're wrong, Henry." The mother narrowed her eyes. "She's my daughter. I know what she's thinking. She won't think that a wandering bum like Dawson is rude and uneducated. On the contrary, she I would most envy them that they are free and relaxed, unrestrained."

"How is it possible? This kind of life without enough food."

"So she's naive and ridiculous." The mother sneered and snapped the fan closed, "Only God knows what kind of messy thoughts her father has instilled in her. Henry, you have to pay attention to her whereabouts. After tonight, don't Let her have any further contact with Dawson."

"Mom, you're too nervous." I sat down and put my arms around her shoulders, "You forgot that he is a guest in the third class cabin. If we didn't invite him, he wouldn't be able to come in. When we disembark, they won't come in." Not seeing each other. Nothing can happen between them."

"I hope." The mother frowned. "But don't underestimate a woman's intuition. You must remember to keep an eye on Rose."

After changing clothes, we started to walk to the restaurant.

"Carl." I walked beside Carl and said softly to him, "I know you don't like Jack, but he is Rose's savior after all, so be polite to him tonight, okay?"

Carl frowned again: "Jack? You call him Jack?"

"...that's not the point."

Carl glanced at me: "For such a small role, I don't bother to make things difficult."

"Thank you." I said quickly.

The closer I got to the grand staircase of the restaurant, the more I felt that something was wrong, as if I had forgotten something.

"What's wrong with you?" Carl asked.

"I feel like I forgot something." I walked down the stairs slowly, "I forgot to tell you something..."

Then I saw Jack standing at the bottom of the stairs in a dress.

"Oh God, that's it," I murmured softly, and trotted down the stairs, "Jack."

Jack's blond hair was brushed back and held back with gel, revealing a pretty face.He finally straightened his back, put one hand behind his back, and the well-fitting dress wrapped his slender figure.After dressing up like this, he looked very handsome and handsome.

"You look great." I shook hands with him, "I'm so sorry, I forgot to prepare a dress for you, please forgive me, I definitely didn't mean it. Can someone tell me who can help me Did you solve the problem?"

"It's Mrs. Brown. She lent me her son's clothes," said Jack. "Don't take it to heart, Henry, a man has better things to do than changing his clothes."

"Haha, thank you." I smiled and turned to introduce my mother standing behind me, "I think you have already met, but I still want to introduce formally, this is my mother, Richard Countess. Mother, this is Rose's savior, Mr. Jack Dawson."

My mother looked at him critically, with no expression on her face. I think if she wasn't afraid of being rude, she would definitely show a disgusted look.

"Of course, of course I know." She said softly, turning her head arrogantly, "Oh, Henry, I seem to have seen the Duchess. Excuse me." After she finished speaking, she immediately dragged me away.

"He dared to call you by your Christian name! Who would have allowed that!" With a gentle smile on her face, the mother squeezed out her dissatisfaction, "It's really uneducated, bold, and really rude!"

"I allowed it," I whispered. "Come on, mother, he saved Rose's life anyway, so just bear with it all night."

"Hmph, it's his honor to help such a noble lady." Mother sneered disdainfully.

The author has something to say: so the second update~~~

It's too early to finish this one. . . . .

I am sure that the next one will start after the end of this one, but I have to think about it in advance.When I write an article, I actually flash a very favorite clip first, and then slowly expand at the beginning.

Let’s go to Gudan~~I’ll decide whether to time travel or rebirth, and then add some other themes, such as palace fights, entrepreneurship, exams, officialdom, etc. (just for consideration)~