BLOODY LOVE'S

Chapter 5's

Jose stared at the passing of Maria's car from behind the window of her room on the second floor. He turned towards the mirror, staring at his still pale and wary image. The unwell excuse he asked her to tell Maria wasn't a lie, but it wasn't the main reason.

Jose took a breath. He was horrified.

A night of bad premonition haunted him and he was plagued by strange dreams. Jose decided not to see Maria at this time. He may have been raving about Sir William, and obviously it would not have been liked by his friend.

He still thought about Marco's reaction with curiosity. He needed an explanation for why his uncle looked so wary—or rather, hated Sir William. A look in the eye when talking about a new person does not seem to be alert or suspicious at all. That is hate.

One possibility he could understand was that his uncle had known Sir William first, and perhaps the two had been at odds. That conclusion would also explain why no invitation had come for his uncle.

So after thinking about how the opening sentence for this talk was, Jose went to the east wing of the house, knocking on his uncle's study room located on the second floor.

“Log in, unlocked,” is a sentence that comes out from the inside. The voice that sounded heavy and full of commands, was completely typical of Marco Argent.

Jose turned the knob of the door, going in there full of curiosity. He often entered the room, but rarely when his uncle was still inside.

Marco is a man in his fifties with a tall and slender stature, more like a man in his thirties. His wavy hair was left to extend as a shoulder, now completely white. Marco always wore a formal after which gave the impression of stiffening. The man has his own aura that makes each room feel different.

This time its existence makes a workspace full of books and boring papers so it looks gripping. When he saw Jose coming, Marco raised both eyebrows in surprise, clearly not expecting the sudden visit.

“Tumben once,” said. “Typically I am the one who has trouble chasing you jump to and fro, but this afternoon it will rain apparently.”

“Good if it really rains.” Jose walked to the front of the desk, took his place there and picked up a pack of candy from the table. He deliberately lingered to open the wrapper, letting the sound of plastic fill the room as his mind bounced nervously. He sometimes felt nervous near Marco, because that was always run away every time his uncle would give a tutor. “Uncle is learning what?” he asked when he saw the various books scattered on the workbench.

Marco closes all open books, such as do not like— or do not want Jose know—what he is working on is seen. “You learned what today, Jose?”

“How?”

“Hmm, I've guessed you didn't come to study,” Marco looked at his nephew with concern. “You should set your life goals now, Jose. Learning it from now on will be very useful. You'll be useful to your brothers. The law? Of medicine? What do you want?”

Marco's eyes flashed a strange glint. He looked at Jose with a probing look. “Why with him?”

“I heard the sound of the horses noisily again last night,” said Jose, noting in his uncle's heart his current gaze. He launched the reason he had thought of so early. “Actually I intend to exit ..”

“What?” Marco stood up quickly, both hands resting on the table as he leaned over, staring at Jose with narrowed eyes. “So last night you want to stall?!”

Jose blinked his eyes in horror. His heart beats faster. “Not yet, I'm not going there. Why, indeed?”

“Stupid basis! Higgins just died and you're going there again!?” Marco slammed his left hand on the table.

“I haven't been there, Uncle. Why angry?” Jose was suspicious. “I want to go down because ... well, it could be the horse why-napa.”

“Leave the horse! Why are you this! Yesterday you humbled yourself compared to the stewards, now the horses! Do you want to be wretched, huh?”

“Why?”

“Higgins just died, you should understand that!”

“Then why?” Jose urges. “Did he get a contagious disease? No, right? Uncle won't say anything about him, even though I deserve to know.”

“You have the right to remain silent after night!” furious Marco. “You know about the disappearance of many people lately!”

“It has something to do with Higgins?”

Marco got up from the chair, walked around the table, then extended his hand slowly towards Jose, clutching his shoulder with his hand. “The culprit is the same.”

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