[Titanic] How could the male lead be an angel

How could the hero be an angel 04

——>>「That fountain is really beautiful!」

After chatting with Alice for a while, she was going to finish what she had just done but didn't do - to water the flowers. Rebecca was also idle, so she took a water bottle and followed Alice , Also sprinkle water little by little.

Alice said that these roses were planted by her husband to make Miss Rose happy, because roses and Miss Rose’s name happened to be the same word, but Miss Rose has never been here since she came to England...

Rebecca followed Alice's topic: "So she didn't even see these flowers?"

"That's right," Alice looked at the rose in front of her with regret, "It's a pity for Mr.'s thoughts."

This house was bought for Rose, these flowers were planted for Rose, the existence of this greenhouse is for those flowers, and also for Rose, how much else did Carl do for Rose?Rose must be a great beauty who can be treated so painstakingly by the capitalists.

Rebecca became curious about Rose, she had such a bad attitude towards Carl, and the capitalists still liked her so much, she must have an innate magic power!

After turning off the lights in the greenhouse and returning to the hall, Alice went to prepare dinner, and Rebecca sat on the sofa and waited for Carl to come back. It didn't take long for the capitalist to stand at the door full of dust.

Rebecca got up from the sofa and took two steps towards Carl, then froze.

She wanted to help him hang up his coat, but as soon as she saw Carl, Rebecca's mind flashed a picture of him and her, those vague...but extremely stimulating images.A faint pink color immediately appeared on her small earlobes, and this fan spread to the surroundings little by little until it covered her slender neck and jade-white cheeks.

Looking at Rebecca, who was standing still with a blushing face and wanted to walk towards him, but then stopped, the capitalist felt a little funny. She promised so readily at that time, but she is still shy now.

Carl stretched out his index finger and ticked Rebecca in his direction, his little pet got the command and ran towards him as if liberated, he smiled and touched her face: "What's wrong? Are you not happy to see me back?"

"No, no..." Rebecca shook her head, throwing out all the messy things about her and Carl in her mind, as well as what she heard about Carl and Rose from Alice: "I'm glad you Back...Mr Hockley."

Karl raised his eyebrows, his little pet was in awe of him: "You don't need to call me Mr., just call me Karl."

"Ka, Karl..."

"Don't be like that, Becca," said the capitalist when Rebecca was wondering what Carl meant when he said don't like that, "I don't like that you can't call me by my name coherently except when you're in bed."

boom--!

Rebecca's face is so hot that she can fry poached eggs!This, this, this capitalist is really... Shameless!

"Okay, Becca, now, call me by my name again."

"Carl...I...I'll help you hang up your clothes..." Rebecca looked down at her instep, her face was so hot!

Carl smiled with satisfaction, and handed the coat he took off to Rebecca: "Thank you sweetheart."

Dinner was ready in no time, and Rebecca was quite afraid to look at Carl as they ate together.The capitalist sitting across from me is a little bit beyond my acceptance level. Are all capitalists like this, or is it just Karl Hockley?

Cutting the steak on her plate into small pieces, and then exchanging it with Rebecca's plate, Rebecca finally raised her head and looked at him: "Ladies don't use their nostrils to eat."

Is this his dissatisfaction with keeping his head down and not talking to him?Or does he mean something else?For example, teach yourself how to be a lady?

"Thank you," Rebecca said.

"Is there somewhere you want to go? I'm free all day tomorrow, and I can accompany you."

While chewing and eating the steak Carl cut for herself, Rebecca almost choked when she heard Carl say that she could be with her all day tomorrow. The food in his mouth sprayed towards Carl across the table.

Carl frowned: "What's wrong?" Rebecca's reaction was more shocking than happy, what's going on?

"No, I'm just in a hurry," Rebecca explained, "I don't know where I'm going...you decide."

She was surprised that the capitalist was willing to spend a day with her. Doesn't Carl need to accompany that beautiful Rose when he has free time?

Rebecca didn't ask her confusion out, she was afraid that the capitalist would be unhappy.

"Then go buy you a dress," Carl said. "I don't want my little pet dangling in front of me in the same dress every day."

Rebecca: "..."

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The pleasant evening allowed Rebecca to sleep until noon the next day, and Carl was drinking black tea when she went downstairs.

Seeing Rebecca coming down, the capitalist greeted her with a smile: "'Good morning', sweetheart."

Rebecca blushed and didn't answer.

It was already noon, and the capitalist deliberately said good morning to her!I don't even think about who caused her to sleep so late before waking up!The culprit!

"Because you slept all morning, we only go out in the afternoon." The capitalist shrugged, and the blame intention in the sentence was obvious.

Rebecca still didn't answer, and obediently finished her lunch with the capitalist and prepared to go out.

A luxurious car was parked at the door, which was the means of transportation they used for their trip today.

This was Rebecca's first time riding in a car at such a young age, and Rebecca was very excited about the soft cushions and the glass that was as clear as water to see the outside clearly.

Pulling the car window and looking at the surrounding shops and the scenery in the background, Rebecca almost put her whole face on it.

"If possible, I really want to bring over some better cars from my manor," Rebecca's reaction made Karl feel very comfortable, and the capitalist couldn't help but turned on his skills to show off and began to talk endlessly: "Better than this The car is bigger and faster, but it doesn't matter sweetheart, I will take you in the future..."

"That fountain is beautiful!"

When passing through the park in the middle of the street, Rebecca saw a large fountain pool. The water splashes poured from the white ceramic stones were crystal clear, reflecting colorful awns under the sunlight.

Carl: "..."

Did his little pet not listen to him just now?

"inued"