Titanic: True Love Forever

Chapter 15: Untitled

He couldn't maintain the straight and elegant stance of a fine gentleman, instead he stood a little tilted from the pain he was stifling, his brows wrinkled and his eyes fierce and terrifying. He saw me almost immediately, and that hard expression instantly switched to more anger.

He must be clutching a gun in his pocket right now, waiting to blow my head off with one shot.

What a ghoulishly unlucky man, I regret not stomping his ribs a little harder. Drinking my glass clean in one gulp, I heavily placed it on the table, then quickly stood up and said to the startled Andrew, "Excuse me, I suddenly remembered that I have to go take care of my uncle, I feel very happy dining with you, I'll see you again sometime."

Andrew stood up as he said rather regretfully, "Me too, Miss Emily, give my regards to your uncle."

"Will do, thanks." I pulled out my chair cleanly, turned and headed in the opposite direction of the dining room doorway, with a long row of tables in front of me, and since the dining room was on a ship, the large dining room was shaped in a rectangular shape that conformed to the hull of the ship. The lights above the dining room were too bright, and as I walked forward in my ill-fitting shoes, it felt like I was taking a long, hopelessly long road to daylight.

A million thoughts spun through my brain, and I was sure that guy Carl had seen me, except that this was an upper-class dining room, and there were still plenty of female guests who hadn't left who couldn't yell and scream and grab me by the scruff of the neck. And at the end of the direction I was walking in was the door to another dining room ...... correctly I wasn't sure if it was a relief piece of a pretend door or a real door. There must have been enough crew members outside the restaurant waiting to catch me, and the offense of willfully injuring an upper class guest was much more serious than a piece of watch you couldn't find.

If last second I was sympathizing with the guests on this ship, this second I could only sympathize with myself; since the day I crossed over, my luck had been backward. The most unlucky is to bump into Karl Hockley this unlucky guy, deserved fiancée derailment, a piece of table is dead catty like this, so petty which woman will like you.

"Miss, can you wait a moment?" The crew member who was still at the entrance of the restaurant a moment ago hurriedly followed him up probably because of Carl's identification. He suspiciously walked quickly behind me and inquired in a low voice, he still wasn't sure if I was a guest in the upper class cabin.

I didn't turn around, walking forward at the same speed, and a noblewoman in front of me looked at me in surprise, as if it was my cold face that seemed out of place.

My face was expressionless as more distinct footsteps came from behind me, along with the inquiring voice of another attendant, "Miss, may I stop for a moment, please?"

My footsteps jerked to a halt and I turned my head to the doorway to see Carl barely standing with one hand over his stomach, glaring viciously at me.

"What's going on?" Andrew asked suspiciously as he stood at the table, thinking it was a rude gesture to suddenly rush out a crew member to stop me.

The head steward of the restaurant came over as well, his face particularly hard, worried that so many of us jamming together was scaring the other guests. Karl Hockley looked at me with a cold face, as if he couldn't wait for me to run away quickly so that he could tell the others that I was the damn thief.

He seemed to be unable to walk, or just stood still, waiting for the waiter to grab me.

I looked at him and could still see the marks of the mess on his body. His hair was straightened, but there was still a strand of it falling down to his ear. His lips were still that dull color, and his face left traces of pain lines, making him look rather haggard.

He looked like a dying dogwood, with only his eyes looking particularly alive as they stared at me, like flames burning and boiling.

Why didn't you add another kick in the pants when you left? How do I know that this guy is so tenacious, I am sure that ordinary people absolutely can not climb up, it seems that he is in good health surprisingly can not let people help the case, layer by layer to climb down to identify me.

My feet habitually knocked lightly to the ground, it seems that the lady can not pretend to go on, and the terrain here is not conducive to escape.

I could almost see myself being grabbed back into the cabin and locked up, and there was no way I was going to take advantage of the crew's sympathy a second time to give him an over-the-shoulder drop. And the dining room wasn't a cabin passageway where I could hide and seek, I could use the railing stairs to jump up and down to avoid the capture crew.

Taking a deep breath and suppressing the urge to kick everyone in the ass and run out of there, I forced the same subtle smile I'd just worn and said to the crewman who'd followed me, "Can I help you? Sir." The

Before this crew member, who was responsible for coming to question me, could reach out and stop me, Andrew had already walked over to him with a displeased look on his face and drank him in, "George, is this how you treat your guests?"

Just in time, I immediately walked quickly through them toward the band. The orchestra conductor hadn't stopped what he was doing, as if he hadn't seen the chaos on our side, and he happened to be placing his violin over his shoulder and instructing the members of the orchestra on the next piece that should be played.

I came up to them and extended my hand toward the band director, "Emily."

"Henry Hallett." Henry held the bow and violin in his left hand, leaving his right hand free to politely shake my hand, he c****d his head and looked down at me before asking, "What music would you like to hear, Ms. Emily?"

"Could you play the music Mr. Andrews was talking about earlier again? I enjoyed it." I quickly let go of my hand because this almost to the point of extinction scene makes me nervous and my fingers twist up with unconscious force. With squinted eyes I could see Carl slowly walking into the dining room, he was walking very slowly and strangely, though he strove to maintain a straight posture, the only constant was that he didn't take his eyes off me.

Looking at me with such gnashing of teeth and concentration, anyone who didn't know better would think the guy was in love with me.

"Sure, can I ask?" Hallett suddenly approaches me and inquires in a low voice, as if he's about to do something bad and doesn't want anyone to hear, saying very quickly and lowly, "What's the tune you're playing on the deck with the harmonica?"

His almost inaudible voice would have been impossible to catch if I hadn't been on high mental alert, keeping an eye out for movement all around me. I blurted out, unguarded, "My Heart Will Go On."

"Very beautiful, really very beautiful." Hallett suppressed his excitement and just nodded uncontrollably to himself, "It's a really beautiful tune."

I finally responded back in disbelief, had I met this bandleader? How did he recognize me playing the harmonica on the deck?

"I'm not quite sure yet, you're the one who recognized it." Hallett added kindly, then he turned to the rest of the band and said in a loud voice, "Next song, Londonderry Minor."

The same melody floated over the large dining room again, the warm, soft notes flowing slowly into my heart; I had once danced a solo to a similar melodic accompaniment. I stood quietly next to the band, listening to them play intently.

Andrew easily squeezed the crewman's shoulder and whispered to him, "Nothing must frighten the guests."

Carl looked obviously very impatient, and if this weren't the Upper Class Dining Room, he would have been tempted to raise his hand and point his finger at me and yell, "Finish this crazy woman off for me."

Honestly, I didn't want anything to do with this unfortunate man. I don't have any deep hatred with him, I just accidentally screwed him by mistake, in order to survive in this year, I always have to offend someone, I don't regret kicking him to the point where he almost became paralyzed, because I didn't have any choice at that time in that situation.

Though retribution came faster than expected. I saw that Carl had walked up to Andrew and threatened him in a vicious whisper, "That woman is a thief, are you harboring criminals? Mr. Andrews."

Andrew gave a surprised look as he said incredulously, "Do you have proof? I don't think I should stand here and listen to you slandering an innocent woman, this ...... this is unbelievable."

"Slander?" Carl twitched the corners of his mouth angrily, unable to keep his voice from rising half a degree, then he immediately lowered it again, and turned his head uncomfortably to look around, worried that others would see his outburst. His face was even paler, and the hand over his stomach was shaking slightly, looking in pain. He was trying to maintain his elegant demeanor, but when he saw that I was still standing leisurely next to the band listening to music, his face twisted with hatred as he said, "I slandered her? She ...... she made that kind of thing, I even doubt if she is a woman."

What did I do that wasn't like a woman, did I rape you?