Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

On the clean and warm deck, Jack and Rose were walking side by side. Behind them, Mori Yuesha and Howard followed behind them with a very unhappy look.

"Why does he want us to accompany him?"

Howard, who was only eight years old, was particularly confused as to why Jack wanted to bring Mori Yuesha with him to meet Miss Ruth.

Even though he became friends with Mori Yuesa and got acquainted with Jack, how could he ask them to follow him in something like this?

"Because he's a coward." Mori Yuesa curled her lips, and then, when the girl in front of her turned around, she put on her standard smile again.

Jack was talking in front and his Miss Rose was listening quietly.

"Wait, we've walked around the deck for about a mile and talked about the weather and my background, but I don't think you want to talk about that, do you?"

While chatting, the four people walked into the lounge and the restaurant on the top floor, and found a corner to sit down.

"Mr. Dawson, Miss Mori..."

"Call me Jack." Jack didn't like such formal names, he pointed at Mori Yuesha casually and said, "Miss Forest."

Then he pointed at Howard: "Little Fatty."

"Hey! Should you be attacked when you come to me? Golden-haired thug?" Howard said unhappily, holding up a fork.

Laughing and joking, Mori Yuesha and Miss Ruth got together and chose the types of main dishes. The two men said "whatever" in unison and started glaring at each other.

"Jack, I want to thank you for your rescue, not only for pulling me up, but also for not revealing the truth."

After the waiter left, the girl thanked Jack sincerely and frankly.

That night, her fiancé Carl carefully questioned the guards. If Jack had not kept silent, her suicide would have been exposed.

"You're welcome." The other person shrugged his shoulders, not thinking that he had done anything remarkable.

Miss Rose had rose-colored hair. She glared at Jack stubbornly, fearing that he would look down on her because he saw her committing suicide.

"You think I don't know how lucky I am, right?"

Jack shook his head. "I was wondering what could have happened to make a cheerful and enthusiastic girl like you take this desperate step."

Mori Yuesha and Howard looked at each other.

Okay, Mr. Hanhan’s IQ has been improved.

When it comes to the actual issue, the girl with burgundy curly hair begins to feel uneasy and irritable again. She seems to be trapped in a well-woven, airtight web, and can never break free.

The four of them ate and talked, and after two glasses of champagne, Ruth started to talk more. She seemed to want to pour out all the grievances and dissatisfaction in her heart.

"Five hundred love letters have been sent out, and all the celebrities in Philadelphia will come to the engagement ceremony... But I feel like I am struggling desperately in a vast sea of ​​people. I want to shout loudly, but no one listens, no one cares..."

She thought she was rotting in the clinking glasses of celebrities, in the gorgeous soft bed, and under the mean pupils of her philistine mother.

Her life was like a clockwork box; the music it played had already been designed.

"Do you love him?"

Suddenly, Jack asked the most inappropriate question.

In fact, everyone at the table already had the answer, and this question also touched the girl's sore spot.

The pain she had been trying so hard to avoid.

"You know what?" She laughed and raised her champagne glass. "What is the most worthless thing in this marriage?"

"Whether I love him or not."

Mori Yuesa chewed her steak and gently patted Ruth's clenched fist.

"Anyway, he needs my family's noble title." Ruth took a deep breath and exhaled: "My... mother needs his money to pay off her debts."

"The two of them hit it off immediately, so they happily sent me to hell."

Mori Yuesa was a little embarrassed because neither she nor Howard should be here at this time.

Thinking about this, she began to wink at Jack.

'I have to leave.'

Jack: 'No, stay a little longer!'

Mori Yuesha: 'I don't want to eat dog food.'

After glaring at him, Mori Yuesa said goodbye to Ruth and left early.

Jack stood up to see her off.

"Hey, what are you and Fatty doing?"

"Are you really stupid or just pretending to be stupid?" Mori Yuesha looked at Ruth who was not far away, waved at her and smiled: "I advise you to grab her if you like her, she has a fiancé."

"Although it is immoral to interfere in other people's marriages in any era, your Miss Rose is obviously a special case. The culprit is her mother, so you'd better hurry up."

"Anyway, that Carl has a grudge against you." After saying this, Mori Yuesa left Jack with a dazed look on his face and turned to walk out of the restaurant.

…………

"Your sister is very beautiful."

Ruth's cheeks were flushed from her tipsy look. She nonchalantly tilted her head and looked at Jack carefully.

The giant Titanic was galloping happily on the Atlantic Ocean. On the deck at dusk, the sunset glowed on the sea water.

After leaving the restaurant, the two of them spent the entire afternoon leaning against the railing and chatting. There were endless topics to talk about and endless new things to hear.

The pleasure Jack brought her was far greater than she had ever gotten in all these years combined.

At this moment, the girl's face was flushed, and in addition to curious questions, her eyes were filled with tenderness and intimacy.

She no longer felt strange towards Jack, as if they were close friends for many years. They talked about painting, Paris, life, Mori Yuesha, the little fat boy, and finally, each other.

The girl kept asking Jack what he had done, what he had encountered, and what he was thinking about. Jack always told her everything and tried his best to satisfy her curiosity.

"You are so enviable..." Ruth's words revealed her disappointment with her own life: "I can do whatever I want, why can't I try my luck in different places like you?"

"I don't need so much wealth. I can make money with my own hands and travel with my own feet. Alas, it's just talk, it's impossible to do it in reality..."

"Of course you can!" Jack couldn't bear to see Rose's frustrated look: "We can drink cheap beer from a barrel, we can give up the car and ride horses over the mountains until we are tired - we can even ride on the beach!"

"Really?"

"Of course! I'll tell you about those years--"

With some pity, Jack helped the girl in front of him weave a dream: a dream that was completely different from her stagnant and boring life, a dream of a vibrant, full of vitality and real life.

Chapter 29 The So-called Nobility

The Titanic was brightly lit all night, as bright as day.

On the boundless sea, it moves forward sharply.

In the sky, a few wisps of sunset glow have not yet dissipated, mixed with the thick smoke coming out of the chimney of the huge ship, ethereal and hazy, making this ocean liner more mysterious.

The surrounding waters should have been pitch black, but due to the strong lighting, people could see a deep blue color with the naked eye. Once the ship passed, it turned back to the dark abyss.

In the banquet hall, the servants opened the carved wooden doors from both sides and invited the guests to enter the hall with standard movements.

The top of the circular building is a circular dome made of white frosted glass inlaid with curved black edges. In the center, there is a magnificent chandelier hanging down, with dozens of lights connected together, which looks particularly luxurious.

The surrounding walls are made of colored glass and murals, and the circular platforms are like large boxes.

Along the shiny black lacquered wooden stairs, Mori Yuesha walked slowly down wearing gauze gloves.

She came by invitation.

After being sent back to Howard, a knock on the door startled the girl.

Lejie, Carl's servant, or bodyguard, stood at the door with a gloomy face.

"Ms. Mori, try this."

Calvin sat opposite Mori Yuesha in a polite manner. Next to him sat a middle-aged woman with a dull and harsh look. Her eyes were bulging outwards, and her gaze was full of scrutiny.

The hair color is the same as Ruth's, but the difference is that it is curled into small curls.

The woman put on a lot of powder, and her face was as white as a corpse that had been dead for three days.

"I heard from Karl that you are also a noble?" She asked casually about Mori Yuesha while cutting the food with a knife gracefully.

The girl nodded: "Yes, in the East."

The woman slowly put down the dinner knife, covered her mouth and laughed contemptuously a few times.

"There are nobles in the East, too?"

Her words made Karl very embarrassed.

The man was not sure whether Mori Yuesa and his annoying brother were nobles, but as a businessman, he was sure that Mori Yuesa was rich.

The way she dressed, her outfit, and her attitude toward money all proved that the girl was definitely rich or noble, even though some of her behavior was not like that of an aristocrat.

However, even so, it is not Carl's turn to denounce it. After all, he is also a New Money.

In this country, Old Money is naturally superior.

Mori Yuesha tore the white bread and put it into her mouth. She ignored the other party's harsh sarcasm and Karl changed the subject: "Ms. Mori, I want to talk to you about your brother."

Jack?

Karl nodded, “My servant saw your brother with my fiancée.”

He emphasized the word 'fiancée'.

"This is immoral behavior. If you are a noble, you should not allow your brother to do such a disrespectful thing." said Mrs. Bucket, Ruth's mother.

Mori Yuesa put down the bread.

"I don't know what kind of views your brother has instilled in my fiancée. Anyway, I have to keep a close eye on her recently." Carl said with a hint of meaning: "She also talked to me about Freud. Excuse me, is she your friend?"

Mori Yuesha smiled, turned around and asked Mrs. Bookett: "Don't you know who Freud is?"

The woman's pale face tensed instantly, her eyes rolled around, wondering when Floyd appeared.

"He's like Picasso, he has the magical power to make people remember his name." This was all Mori Yuesa explained.

Carl understood.

But he didn't like Picasso either.

"He won't become a famous painter." Carl frowned, put on an expert's style, and leaned back in his chair: "I have collected many paintings by painters. They are cheap enough and there are enough of them."

Mori Yuesha remained silent.

"Picasso, Picasso, Picasso. Ha, I remember Ruth often mentioned this painter." Carl thought, his words full of arrogance: "I hope your collection will not become rubbish in the end."

"Ruth is still short-sighted. I think she should buy more stocks."

When it comes to stocks, Mr. Carl Hockley is full of confidence. He even starts to give advice to Mori Yuesha: "Buy more stocks. Just consider it a small gift from me to you, Ms. Mori Yuesha."

"My father bet half his fortune, but I am much more courageous than him."

Mrs. Bucket felt very happy as she watched her son-in-law talking so eloquently.

This is why she chose Carl, because he is rich, confident, and has a superior masculine charm.

Mori Yuesa was cutting bread with a dinner knife out of boredom. Karl's words and actions revealed his ignorance.

The girl is weird.

Because in her time, ignorance was almost equivalent to poverty.

Perhaps, there is still a possibility of fishing in troubled waters in this century?

However, thinking about a Tuesday a few years later, she felt that this fish would not last much longer.

Thinking of this, the girl put down her cutlery and calmly tidied her clothes.

"Mrs. Bucket, Mr. Carl." She looked into their eyes and said, "I have no intention of interfering with your marriage to Miss Ruth. This is all my brother's personal behavior. It is actually very rude of you to come to me."

Mori Yuesha raised an eyebrow at Mrs. Bookt: "I am very rude, this 'noble' lady."

Then, in Karl’s dark face, she added: “Secondly, I think you should know that since you have chosen to exchange wealth for a noble title, you should recognize the consequences of the exchange of interests.”

"When you are not qualified to ask for an exchange of interests, the other party must fall in love with you unconditionally. Otherwise, it is infidelity."