Bloody Weekend
Chapter 47
He closed his eyes, and swallowed. Behind
her face was pale, her face pale. He opened his eyes again, then smiled shyly at Eloise.
”Can you believe that...that feeling may indeed exist?” tanyakanya.
”Yes, I think it's possible,” says Eloise Hope.
”Never forget , keep waiting
plan and hope and also determined in the heart and mind to finally get what we want. There is such a man, Miss Hope.”
”Ya... women also exist.”
Karen looked at him.
”I'm talking about men , about Peter Hamilton. Well, that's how it is. At first I denied. I laughed, and refused to take it seriously. Then I told him he was crazy. It was late at night when he came back. We continue to argue. He stays
maesih... bentuk.”.
He swallowed his mouth again.
”Therefore, I sent him a short letter the next morning. I can't just sit that question down. I had to realize that what he wanted was..impossible.”.
”That's impossible.”
”Of course it's impossible! He's a-comin. He won't listen to my word. He stays
ferociously. I say that it is useless, that I do not love him, that I hate him.”
He stopped, and breathed heavily. ”I had to be rude to him about it. We separated in anger. And now.. she dies.”
Eloise could see Karen bringing the two together
part of his palm, he saw also his fingers that bend, and his jemariyongbonggol protruding. The hand was big and a bit cruel. Strong emotions felt by Karen also felt by Eloise. Not sadness, not sorrow, but anger. The anger of selfish people who are scared, Eloise thought.
”How, Miss Hope?” He already got it
his voice again, his tone smooth. ”What should I do? Should I tell you about it, or should I keep it to myself? That's what happened yeah but kind of
hard to believe.”
Eloise Hope looked at him, long ago.
In her opinion, Karen Clark does not tell the truth, but it is indisputable that there is sincerity behind it. It did happen, Eloise thought, but it didn't happen that way.
Eloise suddenly realized. The story is true, but it is reversed. It's Karen who can't forget Peter Hamilton. Karen is the one who feels
killed and rejected. And now she is like a tigress who has lost her prey and is unable to resist
his anger in silence. So he created a truth that he changed himself, to treat his hurt self-worth, and to satisfy his painful longing for a man he could no longer reach. There's no way she, Karen Clark, can't get what she wants! Then reverse it the real situation.
Eloise Hope took a deep breath, then
talk, ”If it had anything to do with Peter Hamilton's death, I think you should talk. If you don't think there is, I think you deserve to save it yourself.
And in my opinion, it could not be related to the death mentioned.”
He wanted to know if Karen was disappointed.
He imagined that in his current state, Karen would certainly want to throw her story to be printed in the newspaper. But Karen came to him, why? Is it to test the story? To test his reaction? Or to take advantage of him, encourage him to tell the story to others?
Eloise Hope could not guess whether her mediocre reaction had disappointed Karen. The woman got up, then stretched out her long, well-groomed hand.
”Thank you, Miss Hope. What you said
someone knows.”
”I appreciate your trust, Miss Clark.”
After Karen left, Eloise opened her window. The sweet smell brought on her. He doesn't like Karen's fragrance. It was expensive, but too piercing, and too powerful, like his personality.
Waving the curtain of her window, she asked herself if it was Karen Clark
kill Peter Hamilton.
He must have wanted to kill her and Eloise was convinced of that. It
it would be nice to pull the trigger and would be happy to see the man stagger and fall.
But behind the fury, there was something cold and sharp, something waiting for an opportunity, a cold and calculating brain. No matter how Karen Clark wants to kill Peter Hamilton, Eloise is hesitant about taking that risk.
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The police call has passed. Peristiwa
it is just an ordinary formality. Despite having been warned about it before, everyone still felt
sorry and not happy.
The investigation was delayed for three weeks, at the request of the police.
Natasha came from London with Mrs. Ricardo with a rented sedan. It
he wore a long black shirt and a hat that was inappropriate for him. He looked nervous and confused.
Before getting into the car, he stopped
just a minute because Julia's approaching him.
”How are you doing, dear Natasha? I hope you can sleep well. I think things are going as well as we expected, right? It's a shame you didn't stay at The Blossom again, but I understand exactly how sad this is.”
With a cheerful voice, and while looking at her brother with a reprimanding look, for not identifying him as he should, Mrs. Ricardo berikata,
”It's Miss Roberts' idea to rent this mo ⁇ bil round-trip. Expensive indeed, but we think that's the best.”
”Oh, absolutely right,”
Mrs. Ricardo lowered his voice.
”I will take Natasha and the children directly to Devon. He needs rest and quiet. The reporter! You know, right! They swarm like ants around their house.”
A young man snapped his camera, and
Alice Ricardo quickly pushed her brother into the car, and they set off.
People still get to see it for a while
Natasha under the edge of that ugly hat. The face was almost absent, dazed, at first glance he looked like a child who was less sane.
Amy Owen murmured with a voice,
”Poor him.”
Ryan said with annoyance, ”What do people see in Peter Hamilton? The woman was broken and heartbroken. Must have suffered so much."
"She was really under the influence of her husband,” Amy said.
