[Titanic] How could the male lead be an angel

How could the hero be an angel 12

——>> "I hope the melody of the sea breeze can alleviate your suffering, then... may you have a good day, Mr. Hamilton."

Standing in front of Rebecca was a blond gentleman who spoke politely. He looked down at the disgusting man who was biting his gloves and wagging his tail at Rebecca's feet, begging for petting, and then looked up again. Its owner suddenly felt that this was probably a fate arranged by God, and it was destined for their encounter at this minute and this second.

The girl in front of him was wearing a light blue velvet dress that almost melted into the sea and sky behind her. There seemed to be a spring of water in her dark golden pupils, reflecting his figure in it.

"I'm sorry sir..." Rebecca quickly turned her sideways eyes to Alice, asking her to take the glove out of her disgusting mouth and give it back.

"Never mind," Lawrence said, "I didn't take care of my stuff."

Alice squatted down | Pulling the glove on her body, she wanted to pull it out of the hated mouth, but hated it but refused to let go, pulling up a big river with Alice, and Rebecca was also embarrassed when she saw this.

It was her fault that she hated taking other people's gloves, but now she hates it and refuses to return the gloves, what a shame!Although the other party is a gentleman of high society, if you don't say it now, you might laugh at her when you go back!

"I'm so sorry!" Rebecca apologized to the man one after another, and then squatted down by herself. She patted the annoying dog's head lightly, and raised her tone slightly: "Bad dog!"

Hate understood Rebecca's words, spat out the glove, it whimpered twice, then rubbed Rebecca's palm again, as if begging for her forgiveness.

... also know that I was wrong!

Rebecca picked up the glove that was spit out on the ground by the hate. The high-end leather goods had been bitten by the hate and lost their original shape. She hesitated tightly in her hand, whether to return it or not?I'm afraid this gentleman doesn't want it anymore, it's all rotten like this...

"Sir, may I have your name and room number on the ship?"

After much deliberation, I should still pay the other party for a new pair of gloves, or the money for the gloves. After all, I hate it. She should bear this responsibility as the owner of the hate, but I just told Carl that he probably hates 'hate' even more... …

Hearing Rebecca ask his name and room number, Lawrence knew what Rebecca wanted to do: "Lawrence Hamilton, c24, c26."

The other party signed up, and Rebecca also reported her own name: "Rebecca Gilbert."

Taking off the other glove that he was still wearing, Lawrence took Rebecca's hand and kissed the back of her hand lightly, and called her name directly with some familiarity: "Nice to meet you, Rebecca."

Rebecca smiled slightly at Lawrence: "It's nice to meet you too, Mr. Hamilton."

"Lawrence," Lawrence corrected Rebecca for calling him, and then he changed the subject: "What's the name of this dog who likes my gloves?"

He didn't care about such a small pair of gloves at all, he had other thoughts.

"It's called disgusting."

"Hate?" Lawrence raised his eyebrows, "How did you come up with the idea of ​​naming the dog?"

"I didn't pick it up," Rebecca herself felt a little funny when she said she hated the name. At first she protested, but to no avail. But because it was named after Carl, Rebecca also thought it was good to call it a hateful name. Favorite: "Yes..."

Speaking of Carl, Rebecca paused for a moment. Her relationship with Carl is currently unknown to others. He didn't plan to make her existence public before getting engaged to Rose. What would she say?Said it was her benefactor who gave Hate a name?

Seeing Rebecca's troubled expression, Lawrence thoughtfully changed the topic again. Embarrassing a lady is not a gentleman's proper upbringing: "Is it an honor for me to invite this beautiful lady to lunch?"

Carl had gone on a trip and told her he didn't like her being with dubious people, and Rebecca thought Lawrence shouldn't be counted, but because of Rose's reasons... she didn't think she could attend.

"Sorry, Lawrence."

After Rebecca said apologetically, Lawrence immediately covered his heart and took two steps back exaggeratedly, as if he couldn't accept the heavy blow: "Rebecca, you broke my heart!"

Lawrence's humor raised Rebecca's affection for him to a higher level, and the capitalist always told her a joke that made her blush and heartbeat.In order to cooperate with Lawrence, Rebecca also shook her head with a look of extreme pain: "I'm sorry Lawrence, but I really can't..."

"Okay," the rejected Lawrence walked towards the railing to the side of the boat and covered his face: "Now the rejected gentleman will stay here alone to enjoy the sea breeze. Only he can understand my sadness."

"I hope the melody of the sea breeze can alleviate your suffering, then... may you have a good day, Mr. Hamilton."

Lawrence originally thought that Rebecca would continue to cooperate with him in the performance, or open his mouth to praise his good acting skills, and then cut to another level to talk about other topics, but this little girl turned her head and left!

Lawrence removed his hand covering his face and looked at Rebecca's back.

It was the first time he had met this kind of girl, but it was really... Interesting!

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Rebecca ate lunch in her room. In the afternoon, Karl’s servant Lai Fujie came to Rebecca’s room and told her that the husband and Miss Rose would have dinner with high-class people in the banquet hall, so that Rebecca Ka doesn't have to wait for him.

Lai Fujie looked at Rebecca with the kind of "I knew it" eyes that made her feel uncomfortable: "Before Mr. and Miss Rose get engaged, if you want to appear in front of Miss Rose, I hope you can pretend Don't know Mr., of course, what's better is that you won't appear in front of her at all."

Carl didn't say it, but it didn't mean she didn't understand her identity. Rebecca said, "I know, but thank you for reminding me, Mr. Lai Fujie."

Rebecca's sense of time saved him a lot of trouble: "I think old Mr. Hockley will like you too."

After eating the dinner delivered by Alice in the room, Rebecca said that she wanted to go to the deck alone to get some fresh air, without Alice or hate.

The Titanic is a lonely figure sailing on the boundless ocean at night, accompanied only by the stars in the night sky.

The first-class banquet hall was brightly lit. Rebecca stood outside the banquet hall, imagining the people coming and going inside, imagining that Carl would bring Rose to everyone to introduce her as his fiancée, imagining They toasted, imagining...

She turned around abruptly and walked towards the bow.

The cold wind at night made Rebecca's cheeks ache, but she didn't want to go back now, there was no him there.At least outside... Not far from the banquet hall, Rebecca thought, she was with Carl.

She doesn't expect too much, just like this...just like that...just like that.

"inued"