[Titanic] How could the male lead be an angel

How could the hero be an angel 31

——>> "I don't know if it's Rebecca's illusion, she seems to see 'hate' rolling her eyes at her..."

"Mr. Hockley, Miss Rose has had an accident. I think you'd better go and have a look now." Lai Fujie knocked on the door twice and came in. He glanced at the two people sitting on the bed with a blank expression. Said.

Why is she in trouble again?Carl frowned, tonight was really annoying for him, first Becca, then Rose, couldn't Rose stay in her own room in peace?

"I see, I'll be there right away," Carl rubbed his temples impatiently, he stood up and walked out, but turned around after taking two steps, he looked at Rebecca and said, "Don't move around, wait Stay on the bed, I'll be right back."

Rebecca let out an 'hmm'.

After leaving the room, Carl asked Raifage what happened to Rose. Laforger repeated what he heard from the crew to Carl. The point he captured was not what a third-class bed bug would do to his fiancee, but Yes: "How many people know about this?"

"Colonel Gracie, three crew members, and the Chief of Pickets."

Carl snorted: "What a troublesome woman!"

What are you doing on the deck of the third-class cabin at night!Give him all the trouble!

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"Alice! Alice? Alice!" Seeing that Lai Fujie closed the door, Rebecca called Alice and wanted to call her to pick her up, but she didn't see Alice after calling three times. She was going to sleep Yet?

Little by little, Rebecca moved her body closer to the place where the 'disgusting' was lying on her stomach. She tried her best to put all her strength on her right foot so that her injured left foot would not be burdened.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..." the mistress who hated watching her moved towards her side like a bug, and howled continuously.

Karl didn't know if Hate was broken by such a heavy kick. He had already limped one leg, and another one was broken... Hate would not be able to move.

"Don't be afraid dear, mom is here." Rebecca finally arrived at the destination, picked up Hate, and checked it. Fortunately, Hate was not injured, and started the laborious revolution of slowly moving back journey of.

Rebecca took a few breaths and went to bed.She lay down, put the hate by her side, stroked the back of the hate and smoothed its hair: "Don't hate him, Dad is just angry."

Hate shook his ears and licked Rebecca's palm.

"I feel aggrieved just like you," Rebecca murmured to herself, "Although I feel a little self-deceiving when I say this... But he is so angry because he cares about me, isn't it?"

I don't know if it's Rebecca's illusion, she seems to see 'Hate' rolling her eyes at her...

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Laurence Hamilton wandered to and fro on the deck like a ghost, not returning to the ballroom or to his rooms.

When Mr. Foy found Lawrence, his eyes were distracted: "Mr. Hamilton? What's wrong with you, Mr. Hamilton? Everyone is still waiting for you to go back and open the mummy's coffin!"

What a mummy coffin!What Princess Amara!He doesn't care anymore!The girl he likes is in love with a scumbag!He can't accept this fact!

"Mr. Hamilton? Did something happen to you? If there's anything I can do to help..."

"Go and open the mummy for everyone to see, Mr. Foy..." Lawrence looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle in despair: "I want to be alone here quietly..."

Mr. Foy saw the melancholy temperament of "Stay away from me" exuding from Lawrence, turned his head and ran back to open the mummy coffin, and let the dignitaries in the dinner hall wait, the Hamilton family will be labeled as "playing big names again." I don't know the label of "little manners". It's no wonder that old Mr. Hamilton in New York didn't fire him. He was hired to watch Lawrence Hamilton. Don't be stupid!

After Mr. Foy left, Lawrence felt even more melancholy. No matter how he thought about it, he felt that it was wrong. How could Rebecca fall in love with a scumbag?What about falling in love with a scumbag?What about scum?What about scum?Woolen cloth?

It must be Hockley who lied to him!

So what if he had Rebecca now?

Lawrence seemed to have a dim light bulb in his head, which was suddenly lit up!He wants to grab Rebecca!Save her from fire and water!How life would be worse than death by that scumbag's side!

So what if it's Hockley's woman, anyway, Rebecca's surname will be Hamilton in the future!

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Rose lied to him, her makeup was blurred with tears, and she told him she climbed over the railing to see the propeller.Oh, and the propeller was also the reason he rounded it out for her.

The third-class bedbug had loose shoelaces, and his coat had been taken off and thrown aside. How could it be that Rose slipped suddenly and pulled her?

He didn't expose Rose's lie because he wanted to go back to Becca quickly.He had slammed her back against the bedpost before, and he hadn't had time to check whether it was serious or not.

"You must be frightened, Rose, go to bed earlier." Carl turned and left after sending Rose to the door. He didn't even give a good night kiss. He asked Lai Fujie to stay at Rose's door and keep watch. Wait until Rose falls asleep before leaving.

Rose didn't think there was anything unusual about Carl, and she was even a little bit pleased that Carl believed her lies.She sat in front of the dressing table and took off her makeup, thinking that she should go to Mr. Jack Dawson tomorrow to thank him.

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Carl, who returned to Rebecca's room, opened the door and found that Rebecca had fallen asleep on the bed.

He closed the door behind his back and approached her quietly.

She was breathing evenly, rolled into a ball on the bed, holding a little furry thing in her arms...is it 'hate'?

This male dog is really a coward, dare to sleep next to his woman? !

Carl stretched out his hand, grabbed the nasty back of the neck like a rabbit, and grabbed it out of Rebecca's arms.He originally wanted to throw Hate on the ground casually, but he was afraid that Beka would be woken up by Hate's barking, so he had to gently put it on the ground.

'Hate' doesn't buy the occasional hypocrisy and gentleness of its male master who has always hated it. It raised one of its hind legs and urinated on Karl's black leather shoes beside the bed.

The person on the bed didn't notice it, and went to sleep wagging his tail in disgust.

It must be very interesting to see the expression of the hostess tomorrow morning.

What a good dog it is!

The hostess will definitely touch its dog's head tomorrow morning and praise it for being smart!It helped the hostess vent her anger!Wang!

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