[Titanic] How could the male lead be an angel

How could the hero be an angel 02

——>> "Bring her something to eat."

Rebecca moved her right hand back a little bit, and raised her left hand one after another. This time, instead of covering her eyes, she directly covered her entire face.

Her stomach made such an impolite sound when someone spoke to her, it was so embarrassing, it was thrown directly into the Atlantic Ocean, and it was a man who had just spoken to her.Now she can't pretend to be a lady if she wants to.

"Bring her something to eat."

Rebecca was somewhat surprised that the man she was talking to didn't laugh at her because of the noise in her stomach.

He removed his paw and glanced at the man. Standing in front of the bed was a chiseled and handsome man.He was wearing a white shirt and vest, and a white bow tie, holding a goblet in his hand, filled with a transparent liquid, clear and shiny.

Rebecca didn't know what he was drinking, but it must have been expensive.

"Yes, sir." The maid turned and left after the man finished speaking, and went to prepare food for her.

Now there were only the two of them left in the room, and the atmosphere was a little awkward.The man seemed not ready to speak, so she had to speak first, but what to say?

Rebecca thought for a while, and it seemed that the only thing she could say to the person in front of her was thank you.

He saved her from freezing to death in the ice and snow, and now he is going to give her something to eat.How should she repay him?She has no money, but he has enough money and doesn't need her to give him money. In addition to material rewards, what can be given can only be spiritual. What can she give to the other party?Nothing, she is so poor.

Rebecca raised her eyes and looked directly at him, her dark golden eyes were full of sincerity and anxiety: "Thank you, thank you for saving me..."

She had thought about making a promise with her body, but what can't people in the upper class get?I'm afraid that even the famous ladies and ladies can't be picked.

"You're welcome," the man's tone was slightly stiff, as if he was trying to cover up something, but Rebecca couldn't hear it: "Saving you is no different than saving a dog."

Rebecca's shining dark golden pupils dimmed immediately, yes, people like them who live at the bottom of society are like dogs to people in high society, maybe to them Describing the poor as a dog is flattering.

Seeing Rebecca's downcast expression, Carl didn't feel happy. He didn't want to ridicule her, but for some reason, that's what he blurted out.

"What's your name?" Carl asked Rebecca after he cleared his throat and took a sip of the brandy in his glass to ease the deadlock that was once again caused by his words.

"Rebecca, my name is Rebecca Gilbert. How about you?"

"Carl, Cal Hockley."

Rebecca startled, Cal Hockley?Isn't he the son of the Iron King that the newspaper said? !Could this man who saved her life be the son of that capitalist?It's unbelievable!I heard my father say that capitalists would rather pour milk into the field than give it to the poor. The man standing in front of him is actually a capitalist!No wonder he was so mean to her!

"You, you are so kind!" My father said that capitalists like to listen to compliments and flatter each other: "It's like... like an angel!"

Angel?

Carl was stunned when he heard Rebecca's description of him, and then raised the corner of his mouth to show a mocking smile: "This is the first time someone compares me to an angel, it's so fresh."

In Rose's eyes, his image should be more like a demon.But this little girl is quite interesting, even saying that he looks like an angel. Would anyone combine the words capitalist and angel?

Looking at Carl's expression, Rebecca couldn't tell what kind of mood he was in. Should she continue to flatter him?He seems to be a little different from ordinary capitalists, otherwise he wouldn't have saved him.Doesn't he want to hear those flattery?Or her words...

"Miss, would you like to eat in bed?"

The maid came in with a tray at the right time, which made Rebecca cut off her thoughts and at the same time breathed a sigh of relief, talking to capitalists is really tiring.

"Can I eat in bed?"

When her father is not at home, she can't even eat at the table, and her stepmother usually makes her sit on the ground with a small stool to eat.When her mother was still alive, she was not allowed to eat on the bed, for fear of staining the sheets.

The maid nodded: "Yes miss, I'll get the small table."

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Rebecca looked at the steak and corn soup on her and swallowed.

She was so hungry, she really wanted to swallow the whole steak like a python without using a knife and fork, but Karl was still standing in front of her, she couldn't be so rude.

Picking up the knife, he slowly cut a piece and put it in his mouth to chew, then cut the second piece and put it in his mouth, the third piece, the fourth piece...

Such slowness was a torment for a hungry man who could eat a whole cow, but Rebecca kept herself under control.

After eating the steak and drinking the soup, she picked up the napkin and wiped the corners of her mouth. Rebecca was about to ask the capitalist what she was going to do with her, but when she looked up, she found that Carl was staring at her.

Didn't he just stare at her for dinner?Why didn't she notice?Was it because he was so hungry that he ignored his gaze?Fortunately, she didn't gobble it up just now.

Glancing at the empty dinner plate in front of Rebecca, Carl asked, "Are you full? Do you need some more?"

Rebecca shook her head: "No, thank you, I'm full."

"Alice, come in and clean up."

Carl went to the door of the room and called a maid to come in and remove the things on Rebecca's bed.After the maid tidied up the plates and the table and took them out, Carl asked Rebecca where she lived and if he needed him to take her back.

Seeing Rebecca like this, Carl knew she must be homeless, but he was a gentleman.Although he just taunted her.

His fiancée doesn't like his domineering treatment of the poor, although he thinks there is nothing wrong with it, the poor are the poor, the bourgeoisie and the proletariat live in two worlds, and it should be clearer, but Rose doesn't like it , he can probably change it, oh, only a little bit, of course.

"I..." Rebecca tightly grasped the corner of the quilt with her right hand: "I don't have a home anymore..."

She has no home anymore, without her stepmother and sister would live better with her father, they are the family, and she is not.Anyway, my father would go away for several months, and sometimes he wouldn't come back for several years, so what does it matter if she is in that house or not?

"May I stay? Mr. Hockley, I'd do anything."

"Including being my mistress?"

"inued"