BLOODY LOVE'S
Episode 119's

"Well, I'm not going to say you believe me" said Nolan, who began to fumble over how to talk to Marco. "What makes you so sure that this guy was telling the truth?"

Marco melengos's. "Trust and be sure it's two things in common, son. I came to the conclusion that he was not on the other side because of some things. One, he's cooperative. It looks like he was cursing and cursing just now, but he purposely gave us information about what really happened here. Robert was in a situation where he could not say anything honestly. He's not here because he likes it. He called the creature a monster, it was already a clear line that he was not on their side. And like you said, he's no master. His self-esteem is too high to accept that he must obey others. Even with me he insisted that we only work together. No bosses or subordinates."

"You work together?" ask Nolan. "You should trust him."

Marco knew Nolan was deliberately insistent on using the word trust to irritate him. "And the second one" Marco continued, now looking straight at Nolan. "He didn't shoot you. He could have shot you earlier, son. But he didn't, so I could take my weapon back from his hand. If he shoots, what is his loss to him? There aren't. But he didn't shoot you. He let himself fall, even though he heard me laughing at him. You know why he didn't shoot you?"

Nolan doesn't know. He shook stiffly.

Marco smiled a cold smile. "Because he is still a good and steel-hearted Robert, a defender of the truth. He would never hurt an innocent child. Kindness is a thorn in the flesh."

"meaning?" Nolan did not understand.

"I mean, he's here for his personal investigation," Marco said grimly, knocking back on the walls around the elevator. "And our appearance clearly gave an unexpected development in his investigation. Well, now let this old man give you one piece of advice."

Nolan rubbed his arms several times and hugged himself. He doesn't want advice. He's cold. His cheeks also hurt from being taped, it felt numb. Tomorrow must be bruising. He wanted to go home, but Nolan did not want to say that for fear of sounding whiny. He moves his legs restlessly, trying to stay warm. Marco saw. He took off the long coat he was wearing, then slipped it on Nolan in a flexible motion. Now he only wears a white shirt covered in black waistcoat as a top.

"Never be rash again like before" Marco said seriously. "Are you not able to move according to plan? Why hit the guy with the gun? Luckily Robert didn't shoot. Is your little head just a decoration?"

Nolan's brain is slow to respond because his emotions are still mixed. The overcoat that was draped to his shoulder was warm, and he was touched by Marco's kindness, but he was also irritated to hear the rhetorical question that had just been spoken in such a derogatory tone.

"Aren't you the one who told me to lung?" tanyanya, finally gave an answer in a raucous voice. "You gave me an attack sign, I saw it!"

Marco glares. "That's a sign to duck hide, fool! Not attacking!" hisses. He could not decide whether Nolan was a child who was too confident or too trusting of him.

"I don't know" said Nolan, but his eyebrows didn't wrinkle as deeply as before. Now his eyes are even glazed. He immediately looked away, hiding his face into the darkness.

Marco understood Nolan's emotions. The girl witnessed a strange event, was chased by monsters, and was bound in prison without knowing what the problem was. Nolan gets involved in all of this just because it once happened to house Jose and then deliver the necklace to the Argent Family home. According to Marco, Nolan should not have been involved in this.

A full day has passed since they were arrested. Both have not eaten or drank, but the tension does make them no appetite. But Marco knows Nolan must have reached his limit, all this is clearly too heavy for a child his age.

"Excuse me for a minute, I'll be rude" Marco said, turning Nolan's shoulders to his face, opening his coat which now covers Nolan's body, then putting his hands in the double pockets of the coat. He took out a small bar of chocolate from there and put the food into Nolan's hands. "Eat," he commanded.

"Huh?" Nolan looked at the chocolate in his hand in confusion. "Give me food is disrespectful to you?"

"To put your hands on a coat that someone else is wearing is disrespectful" Marco said in a noble tone. "Even if it's my coat, it's rude. And you should talk to me politely. Ck, the children of today."

Nolan could not understand why Marco suddenly decided to be nice to him, but he would not protest against it. He wasn't hungry, but the chocolate looked good. "You always keep food in your coat ... Mister?"

"You can have diabetes" Nolan commented. He looked at Marco. "Yes, yeah, I know what you're gonna say. You're Marco Argent, you can't have diabetes. Aren't you?"

Marco looked at Nolan with a frown, but then understood where the reference point was. He just laughed, then leaned over to pick up the thing that caught his attention. Robert had an oil lamp. When Nolan hit him, the lamp fell and fortunately the object was not damaged or broke and caught fire. The oil lamp just went out. The oil is spilled a little, but it's still a lot.

Marco fixed his tilted lampshade, then lit it again with the help of a torch.

Nolan has opened the chocolate package. He broke his chocolate in half, then handed half of it to Marco, who refused politely.

"You just used your brain ... Sir," Nolan still tried to be polite, even though he was not used to it. He was a little hurt from being rejected. Since then, he has felt that he has done many things wrong. "You say, if you use your brain, you need sugar."

"Be polite is not enough just to add the word master at the end of each sentence. Replace you with you. We're not alone, either by age or social status."

Nolan turned the eyeball. "Yes if you don't want to. I ate the chocolate myself" he said exasperatedly, deliberately refusing to use your word. He hates being criticized when he is trying to do something.

When he saw the corner of Marco's lips lifted in a small smile, Nolan realized that he was being manipulated. Marco only played a trick to be able to reject the chocolate offer earlier without making Nolan lose face.

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"No, I don't see her often" said Maria astonished. "Why?"

Jose did not answer. She turned to Susan, who was waiting patiently by Mary's side. "Have he been sick lately?"

Susan nodded, now looking anxious. Everyone knows that the Argent family is dabbling in dark things. So he thought maybe Jose knew something about Maria's disease. "Miss always sleeps every day, doesn't want to be exposed to the sun, and had time to vomit."

"Sue!" reprimand Maria hard. His cheeks blushed in a reddish tinge. His eyes flashed with annoyance. "How dare you answer without my permission!"

"I'm afraid this has something to do with that red spot" Susan said. He turned back to Jose. "Is it something to do with you, sir?"

"What did the doctor say?" ask the man.

Mary glared at Susan, then turned forward. "The doctor said, I'm fine. Just exhausted. Well, now let's go! We can be late if we keep talking here! Time does not wait for us."

Jose still wants to press, but Maria is right. They had to leave immediately before it got too dark and the patrol police were on the loose.

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