[Titanic] How could the male lead be an angel

How could the hero be an angel 39

——>> "Rebecca asked if she could light a scent stick, and the maid struck a match and lit one."

Carl gave him instructions to go back to sleep, and Lai Forge immediately turned around and left without taking a step. He wished he could lie on the bed with his heels touching the foot of the bed by turning around.

It was really tiring to go to a crowded and noisy place like the third-class cabin. In order to prevent Rose Bukett from finding him, he purposely squatted in an inconspicuous place to monitor her every move, and kept a fixed position for several hours. Just the lumbar disc protruded.

On the way back to his room, Lai Fujie twisted his neck and loosened his spine, thinking that it would be easier to "serve" than Miss Bucket who was Miss Gilbert.

Mr. Hockley didn't let her go out, so Miss Gilbert didn't plan to go out of the room, but Miss Bucket... was more rebellious than a little bit, the more Mr. Hockley didn't let her do anything, the more What to do is really not a fuel-efficient lamp.

Based on his previous report to Mr. Hockley and Hockley's reaction, Lai Forge felt that the balance in Cal Hockley's mind had begun to tilt.

He values ​​his mistress more than his fiancée.

Considering not to wake Miss Gilbert, Hockley stood outside the door in his nightgown and slippers, closed the door, and motioned for himself to lower his voice.

His performance in this detail is really like a gentle and considerate husband.

And Cal Hockley's behavior showed that Miss Bucket was not as important to him as Miss Gilbert.

It didn't matter to Raffles that Cal Hockley married anyone, whether it was Miss Gilbert or Miss Bucket, but old Mr Hockley hired him to keep Cal Hockley from messing around outside...

What would happen to the five hundred invitations sent out if Cal Hockley changed his mind about marrying Rose Buckett?Did he not do his job well?Will old Mr Hockley fire him?

Lai Fujie has a headache just thinking about it, forget it, let it be, if he is fired, it is God's will, he has been a policeman, there will always be capitalists who need bodyguards to protect him, maybe it will be better than him working at Hockley's house Wages are even higher.

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Carl walked back to the bed, and found that the little woman who was supposed to be asleep was looking at him with a pair of big amber eyes: "Woke up?" He took off his shoes and climbed onto the bed, and brought Rebecca back into his arms Put her on your arms.

Rebecca woke up when Lai Fujie knocked on the door: "Yeah."

It didn't take much thinking to know why Lai Fujie came to see Karl, but Karl's reaction was a bit beyond Rebecca's expectation. She thought that Karl would go back after getting dressed and would not stay with her again.

Rebecca wanted to ask the capitalist if it was okay for him to do this, and not have to go back to Rose Bukett, but she felt that if she asked him he would get up and leave... She hoped that Karl would stay, stay with her around.

"Don't you feel tired?" He saw that her eyes were open and she didn't feel sleepy at all, as if she was still studying some important matter in her little head, he raised a smirk at the corner of her mouth: "Then do it again?"

"...No!" Rebecca punched the capitalist's strong chest muscles with a fist, and immediately closed her eyes, afraid that he would really do it again.

"Then go to sleep." Carl pulled the quilt and covered it.

It was difficult to fall asleep after waking up. Rebecca closed her eyes and thought nothing in her head, but she just couldn't fall asleep. She wanted to turn over, but she was afraid of waking up the capitalist next to her, so she kept the same position without sleep. move.

The time ticked by, one hour, two hours, and I really couldn't sleep. Rebecca wanted to see if Carl was asleep. As soon as she opened her eyes, those brown eyes entered her.

Rebecca scratched her cheek, the capitalist is really free, staring at her all night without sleeping, if she knew he was not asleep, she would roll around on the bed.

He kept staring at the little woman in his arms, but he didn't expect Beka to fall asleep, and suddenly opened his eyes and looked at him.He's like a kid who's been caught stealing candy.

Clearing his throat in embarrassment, Carl explained, "...I can't sleep."

"……Me too."

Carl thought for a while, and turned on the bedside lamp: "I asked Alice to get some aromatherapy, which can help sleep."

There is an aromatherapy room on the Titanic, which is used to display various essential oils and aromatherapy.The aristocratic life of the upper class is always very particular, with dozens of knives and forks for meals, and more than a dozen dipping sauces. This kind of spice with many auxiliary functions will naturally be sought after.

Karl called Alice's name several times, but no one answered. The capitalist said unhappily that he was going to cut Alice's wages.

Since she couldn't sleep, Alice didn't know where she went, so she had to go get it by herself, but he didn't have a good image of a big man going to get the aromatherapy, so she took Rebecca with her.

The aromatherapy room is right next to the massage room. When Rebecca was brought here by Mrs. Obart for body relaxation earlier today, she didn't notice that there was an aromatherapy room next to it.

Opening the door and entering, Rebecca thought that there would be a strong fragrance rushing towards her face, but no, the air in the aromatherapy room was as clear and refreshing as other places, and the aromatherapy placed on the shelves were all in beautiful packaging boxes and bags. sealed.

A maid came up and asked what kind of aromatherapy she needed: "What do you need, miss and sir?"

Rebecca said, "I want some sleep aid aromatherapy."

The maid picked out several boxes for Rebecca, and said that the boxes contained scented candles. This is thyme, this is rose, this is lavender, this is orange, this is lemon, this is rosemary... flowers There are also food aromatherapy. Food aromatherapy is basically made of fruit. Rebecca only pays attention to those delicious aromatherapy, but she can't figure out the rest. Fortunately, there are words on the box, otherwise she will Be sure to order whichever you catch.

In addition to scented candles, Rebecca also took a few scented stones. The maid asked Rebecca if she wanted a new type of scented stick, which burned like a fairy stick.

Capitalists are not interested in such women's things, let alone fairy sticks, which are more girlish. Karl stood aside and stared hard at the cherry wood shelf.

Rebecca asked if she could light a scent stick, and the maid struck a match and lit one.

The aromatherapy stick does not crackle and emit dazzling fireworks like fairy sticks, nor does it have a pungent smell of gunpowder. The small light spot burns continuously, and a pleasant fragrance permeates from the stick core , refreshing.

Rebecca asked, "Is this Molly?"

"Yes miss."

"Carl, smell it," Rebecca held a lighted jasmine aromatherapy stick in front of Carl, and said to him as if offering a treasure, "It smells so good!"

The capitalist moved his nose twice, and sniffed the aromatherapy stick held in Rebecca's hand. Jasmine was indeed fragrant, but the fragrance that surrounded her, that feminine fragrance... made him even more pleasant.

Carl leaned over to kiss Rebecca's ear, and he whispered, "You're not as sweet as you."

The capitalist teased her so blatantly, and his words were so ambiguous, and he didn't feel too flustered by intimacy, and the maid was still nearby.

Rebecca glared at him with red ears, and said to the maid, "Bring me some more."

"Okay lady."

The maid turned around to get the jasmine aromatherapy stick. Rebecca stuffed all the aromatherapy stones and aromatherapy candles into Carl's arms except for the lighted aromatherapy stick, and asked him to help him get them, while she played with the aromatherapy stick by herself.

Raise your hand to draw circles in the air, the light spots of the aromatherapy stick rotate in circles in the air, and the gray mist left behind forms beautiful spirals, like the growth rings of trees.

Just drawing circles is not fun, Rebecca's whole body is spinning, and the thin smoke and red light produced by the burning of the aromatherapy stick are steaming around her.

Rebecca was having fun, and the capitalist was also enjoying watching. Such a small thing can make Rebecca happy like this, but it is really easy to be satisfied. These things are simply the tip of the iceberg when compared to what he can give her.

The aromatherapy stick was almost finished burning, and Rebecca stopped. She stopped too quickly, her head was dizzy, and she staggered a few steps to the side. She was happily circling just now, but she didn't feel any discomfort at all.

Seeing that Rebecca's footsteps were unsteady, Karl hurriedly reached out to pull her back. There was a sharp shelf behind her, and Rebecca was about to be injured again when she hit it. The scented candles and scented stones he was full of were thrown on the ground regardless. , Ping ping pong pong spilled all over the ground.

"Why are you always so careless!" Rebecca Karl frowned and blamed Rebecca Carl, who was caught back and held in his arms: "I don't know if you turn around too much, you will get dizzy!"

so stupid!

"I know..." Rebecca said, "But you're right next to me."

Because he was by her side, she was so unscrupulous and willful.

Rebecca's words made Carl feel annoyed and funny. He rubbed Rebecca's head and messed up her smooth black hair: "What if I don't catch you?"

Becca: "Then I will fall to the ground."

Carl: "..."

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As soon as Mrs. Bukett opened the door of the aromatherapy room, what she saw was the picture of her future son-in-law hugging the woman she had been paying attention to at the dinner party.

The one in the pale green dress, publicly announced to be courted by the mummy-owning Laurence Hamilton...Miss Gilbert.

Her prospective son-in-law... embraced a woman other than his own daughter.

And this kind of scene, in addition to letting her Ruff Bukett, was also seen by Mr. Coolidge's wife, Moran Coolidge.

First, Rose and Jack Dawson of the third class were spitting into the sea on the deck, and then Carl and Miss Gilbert were hugging in the aromatherapy room...

Just let others watch the show.

"inued"