After hanging up the phone, Jack Dawson changed his clothes and then pulled Emily Watsons hand, striding out of the room.
Before leaving, he took a deep look at Sarah Connor, who was still leaning against the Roman column and staring at him. The tacit understanding in their eyes made Emily Watson even more embarrassed.
Emily Watson was dragged by him, staggering, and a shoe was left on the carpet. She didnt speak, only quietly let him drag.
He got in the car and said angrily, "You and your family are just as vicious!"
Emily Watson stood outside the car, silently watching him roar away, and whispered in her heart: "Mo Han, I dont blame you. No matter what you do, as long as you can feel a little better in your heart, I will bear it wholeheartedly. I dare not expect your love, just hope you can forgive my family..."
Emily Watson, barefoot, walked out of the hotel parking lot and stood in the cold wind, dazed. Fortunately, this place is very busy, and there are many taxis. Emily Watson comforted herself in her heart: Look, Mo Han didnt leave me, he knows its easy to take a taxi home here.
While thinking, she had already fallen down softly, and in the dimness, snowflakes began to fall from the sky, very beautiful.
...
Slowly woke up, Emily Watson scanned around, the familiar light green curtains of the hospital came into view.
The tall figure of Jack Dawson beside her made her eyes bright, but his eyes were cold: "Wake up and get up quickly, there is no one else here, who are you pretending to be for!"
Emily Watson pursed her lips, sat up from the bed, her dark long hair flowed down from the side of her ear to her chest, making her thin face even paler.
"Are you mute?" Jack Dawson threw the tie in his hand at her. Emily Watson didnt catch it or block it, and let the tie hit her face. It didnt hurt, and there was a hint of mens perfume, his scent.
Emily Watson picked up the tie, weakly walked to Jack Dawsons side, and carefully tied the tie for him. She slowed down her hand speed, hoping that this quiet time could last longer.
Jack Dawson seemed to see the expectation in her eyes, and his eyes flashed with disgust. He waved his hand, "Get out of the way!" and walked out by himself.
Emily Watsons feet were floating, and she didnt stand firm, and she bumped into the corner of the solid wood sofa beside her, and blood slowly flowed down.
Jack Dawson, who was in front of the door, paused for a moment, and after half a second of hesitation, he still opened the door and walked out without looking back.
"Ugh." Emily Watson covered her forehead and felt the stickiness on her hand.
She looked at it, and the lines on her palm were dyed red with blood.
She silently walked into the bathroom: "People cant know. This is not good for Mo Hans image."
The blood kept flowing, and tears kept flowing.
Does it hurt? Emily Watson asked herself.
It hurts, I hurt, how can it not hurt?
Do you regret it? The voice in her heart asked again.
No, no, I love him, maybe one day, I hope there will be such a day, he can really understand, my heart...
Emily Watson shrank in the corner, buried her face in her knees, and tightly covered her mouth with both hands, so she couldnt make any crying sounds, but her undulating back exposed her silent sobbing.
A knock on the door sounded, and Emily Watson hurriedly stood up, looked in the mirror, patted her face with cold water, and made sure she wouldnt disgrace Jack Dawson. She squeezed out a smile similar to happiness and went to open the door.
"Madam, Mr. Jack said that he would go back to the old house for dinner today. This is the clothes sent to you, and I will pick you up at seven oclock in the evening." Secretary Kim said solemnly, respectfully put the things on the bed, and turned to leave.
Emily Watson stared at the clothes on the bed, her heart was full of twists and turns, and her heart was full of mixed feelings. The old house is a place she and he have both suffered.