This is a cruel and cold-blooded man.

Ruth wants to be angry, wants to be angry, wants to mock this capitalist who only sees profit in his eyes with impunity, but the fear in her heart and her mother's pleading torments her fragile nerves that yearn to escape all the time.

"Yes, that's right." Her hands clenched into fists and she said, "...... It's that I've been so out of line just now, and I'm going to apologize to Mr. Ismay now. ”

"That's a bit of a lady, Ruth."

Carl took off his gloves and walked over to the guardrail, his dark brown hair painted in a rich rose gold by the setting sun.

He never cared about the joys and sorrows of a vase, but when she touched his interests, he didn't mind coming forward to mention it himself.

“…… Carl," Ruth, who had reached the entrance of the escalator, looked back at him and said hesitantly, "I have a painting that was left in your room by a servant, can you send someone to send it back to me?" ”

"Painting?"

"Yes, the one with lilies."

“…… Didn't you have someone take it at noon? An American maid with a Chinese name? Karl furrowed his eyebrows.

"No, I didn't send someone to pick it up. Have you forgotten that you never allowed me and my people to enter your room without permission...... Carl, what exactly are you talking about? ”

Ruth's eyes widened in confusion, and her natural expression did not look like a fake.

Assuming she wasn't lying, what went wrong...... Only that maid!

There are less than six hundred people with purple eyes in the whole world, how can they meet two of them on this ship at the touch of a single touch?

The only explanation is that they are simply the same person......

In a flash of light, Carl connected everything that had happened since he got on the ship.

"Good."

He lowered his voice and chuckled, and a gloom grew in his deep eyes.

"I was cheated twice."

Ruth was confused by what was happening in front of her, "...... What do you mean, Carl? ”

The handsome nobleman did not answer again, leaving her with only a silent back.

Ruth sighed, picked up her skirt and turned to leave.

"Young master?" The faithful manservant walked up to him, straightened up and asked, "Do you need me to find the maid?" ”

"She's not a small character you can handle, Loew."

Carl's fingertips clenching his gloves shrank slightly, looking down at the view of the ship on the Titanic.

The bold and cunning woman was like a gentle and delicate sea breeze, blowing around him.

You can see it, but you can't catch it.

It was like touching his bottom line, arousing his anger, and more like, tugging at his heartstrings...... Leave a palpitation and leave.

The first time was a reckless brunette youth who stole his pocket watch and first kiss.

The second time was a gentle and considerate blonde who successfully deceived his trust with a dignified and self-contained illusion.

Maybe even the name Xin Ye was also a temporary nonsense for her.

Thinking of this, Carl took a deep breath, straightened the hem of his suit and said, "Loew-"

"Yes, young master, what do you command?"

"Find the best portrait artist, I'm going to ...... Wait a minute...... Wait......" Carl's indifferent voice paused abruptly, "...... Look what I found—"

On the side of the ship on the left side of the lower deck, several young people in the third class were gathering to talk and laugh. One man and one woman were the most dazzling, all of them holding paintbrushes and albums, and even their blond hair was incomparably right.

And the crook lady who had taken all his mind and hated him was laughing heartily at the blonde boy next to him.

Her expression is intimate, and her every move is so free-flowing, charming and affectionate.

……