BLOODY LOVE'S
Chapter 18's

Marco sighing. “You know, Jose? If we were to be kind once to people like this, there would be no end to it. They will keep coming and coming again, will never stop. At first they did look pitiful, compassionate, worthy of pity. But give a little generosity, in an instant everything will turn into a bloodsucking vampire.”

Marco's gaze looked cold and piercing, making Jose shiver softly. He shook his head steadily, giving an affirmation to his uncle. “Nolan is different, he's my friend.”

Really it? In his heart Jose mocked his own statement. He had just met the woman that— who had thought he was a male— and immediately considered him a friend. Nolan does not think it is the same. Judging from his rough tone of speech, Nolan seemed to hate him. Nolan seems to hate all rich people.

Jose sighed, unaware that it made his uncle smile in a sneaky way.

“No friends visit at night,” said the old man slowly. “And the Argent family will not be friends with the dekil bums.”

Jose looked at his uncle in annoyance. Actually Jose was upset with himself. He messed things up by acting annoyingly in front of his uncle. He had been wrong since denying it in front of the servants. He should have taken his uncle's heart, seduced him, so that he could put his trust in him and set him free to do what he wanted.

But Jose was too stubborn, and despite actually knowing how to get Marco's heart, he was unwilling to do so. He wants to live like the wind, to walk the path he sets himself and in the direction he wants. If you obey Marco's wishes, it will obviously not be able to happen. Marco is the controlling machine.

“I'll meet him,” break up Jose quickly, giving a look that he hopes will look irrefutable. “I need to know what he's coming for, and again I say to Uncle, it's not him that I saw sniffing in pounds ... in this place.” His eyes stared at the Higgins table in front of his uncle, and Jose shuddered.

Why realize now? He asked in his heart. It was this place that he saw from the window, this was where he saw the freak sniffing like he was looking for something. His entire hair bristled, making him subconsciously rub the arms.

“Quiet only.” Marco tapped his finger on the table. “He's safe in that warehouse. Three workers took care of him. The straw barn is quite close to this cottage. If there's anything we can definitely hear it.”

It was a simple description, but enough to make Jose undo his intentions out of the cottage. The air outside really bites. Even the wind coming in from the window of the cottage was already able to make his teeth crackle from the cold. The fire in the fireplace was big enough. Jose wants to get close to it for the merry, but that means having to get past Marco. At this time he was not wanting to get any closer to his uncle, even if it was for the sake of making himself warm.

To distract him, Jose raised his face, staring out through the wide-open front window. From this place he could see the wings of the corridor of his room. The ninth window from the left. Jose counted in his heart, then went back to goosebumps when he saw his spot peeking could be seen quite clearly.

The windows are framed glass, with a circular shape on top and square on the bottom. The dim lighting that was lit along the corridor made what Jose could see only dark. He stretched his gaze through a few more windows, watching the tendrils propagating in several places. Their gardeners deliberately keep the vine plants for the sake of beauty. In summer, the red flowers bloom, making the Argent family's mansion look like a beautiful flower garden. Jose honestly felt it made his house look like a lantern, but he never said anything.

A cold wind blew in, making Jose close his coat tight. He was a little sorry for not grabbing a warmer coat.

In the sky, the clouds shifted position due to the wind, allowing the moon to shed its light into the Argent family home. That's when Jose saw it. Her hair bristled and her hair seemed to be pulled up forcibly.

“Uncle,” whispered, barely able to breathe. His hands moved slowly, waving at Marco who was slightly behind. “Uncle, come here, I see something,” he continued without being able to take his eyes off. To be exact, not taking your eyes off.

The voice was more like a growl, and it could actually scare Jose into ordinary circumstances. But this is an extraordinary situation. There was more to it than the sound of his uncle's growling.

Jose's eyes were still staring towards the wing of the corridor of his room. “Uncle see in the west corridor ... there is something there, in the window .. I see it.”

“What?” Marco approached the window while squinting.

The moon was once again covered in clouds. All they could see was lightness.

“I didn't see anything,” Marco turned to Jose. His forehead wrinkled. “Which side do you see?”

Jose blinked his eyes a few times, then stared back with a pale look. “Uncle, that person is in our house! He's in my wing! He's in my room! I saw him just now!”

The young man extended his hand forward, blocking Marco's hand and shaking it violently. Marco almost fell because of the sudden shock.

“Quiet,” he said, trying to calm his father who began to panic. He could feel Jose's entire body trembling. Jose's palms felt cold in his arms, letting him know that Jose wasn't messing around.

The door of the cottage is opened, featuring Hans and Sam carrying a long rifle. “Why, Mister?” ask them with a probing look.

“Call the nearest workers,” Marco decide immediately. “We're back home, there's something suspicious there. Have one waiter run to where Mr and Mrs Argent are, have them lock the door!”

“Wait, the one keeping Nolan let it go! Someone should be with him!”

Marco rolled his eyes hearing Jose's voice just now. His reflection was indeed full of consideration for some things that he thought were very unimportant. While stepping his foot outside the hut, leading the way of the workers.

"You did see it?" He looked at Jose, his forehead wrinkled.

“I did see it,” Jose muttered softly. Face's tense. His two tightly clenched hands moved stiffly along with his footsteps. “I saw him, Uncle. It looks weird.”

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