BLOODY LOVE'S
Chapter 22's

“I never said anyone died,” kilah Jose while rubbing the nape. “I said, I thought Linda was dead.”

“Why with Linda?” chase Renata. “I didn't hear their voices! Edgar wants to open the door, but—“

“Renata says, we better not open the door.” Edgar finished the sentence in a piece.

“Why?” Marco rubbed his chin, becoming interested. He threw a glance at the scattered carpet, revealing a vintage-style wooden floor underneath. Heavy objects such as chairs, bupets, nightstands, and low tables are piled on one side right on the open carpet. “When you called, you said something, right?” His view is now on Edgar.

Edgar this year was forty-five years old while Renata was forty-one. Just like Marco who is slim, tall and upright, Edgar has a more or less the same posture. Her hair is curly black. His eyes were as black as an Argent. Edgar was not a coward. He was a realist and dared to face anything. The calm that was the main feature of the Argent family also flowed in his blood. Usually he never trembled in the face of any danger, but now his face looked a little pale.

Marco took a bottle of brandy on the coffee table and poured it into a glass. “You better drink a little bit before the story,” he said as he stood up and handed the glass.

Edgar accepted it, draining the liquid in one go. His face was not as pale as it had just been, even so the tension still radiated strongly from there. He looked at his wife with a bit of hesitation. “You also want brandy, Darling?” tanyanya slow.

Renata stared with a pushy look, then shook his head slowly. “No, I don't want to drink anything. You are all here and congratulations, that alone is enough.”

“What's the truth, Mom?” jose asked astonished at the choice, his mother said. He moved closer, holding his mother's hands warmly. “You also saw the intruder?”

“Not see,” says Edgar fast.

Marco frowned, leaning his shoulders on the bookcase and looking at Edgar with judgment. “Not see?” reworked.

“Not,” Edgar shook his head. His hanging sentences made Jose and Marco curious, but none of them were urgent. The two waited patiently until Edgar or Renata managed to find out for themselves what they were trying to convey.

“We didn't see, but hear," Renata finished. His voice was trembling and slightly broke. His lips trembled as he gave the testimony. His clear eyes looked at the three men who were in the room. “We heard it, the strange sound of laughter. It was a mocking laughter, and at that moment we knew that it was not a human voice. No human with such an echoing voice!”

Jose felt like this room was spinning. He recalled the events south of Bjork after he crossed the bridge. At that time he was mired in a hole, thrown with mud, then heard a strange laughter. Laughter of a man.

“What's his laugh like?” Jose asked, hoping to find a clue in all this hassle.

Renata looked at Edgar. The two looked at each other with confused faces.

“If you ask what it looks like, I'm not sure I can explain it,” Edgar said hesitantly. “Feelings are not something that can be explained, are they?”

“Of course we heard it by ear,” Renata objected quickly. He rubbed his two trembling arms. “I heard it very clearly. The sound was like it was coming from inside my head, but at the same time I knew that person was out there, probably right in front of the door of this room.”

The shadow will be a black shadow sniffing at the door making Jose creeps. His back was cold hot and his neck felt like it was about to be strangled by someone. There was a tingling sensation tickling his ribs, sending horrifying signals into the brain. He could imagine the sound of laughter, then the black figure seen by Linda, which made the ladies faint and traumatized. He seemed to be able to imagine this now, making him subconsciously look at the door with question marks.

“I saw that figure,” said Jose slowly, putting emphasis on each word. He returned his gaze forward, looking at each face facing him. He again felt a cold crevice running down his back as he recalled the figure he had seen.

Marco raised both eyebrows, giving a stern questioning look. “Yes, did you see it from Higgins' cottage?”

“Before,” cut Renata slowly, “Don't jump there first, we were talking about girls being held in thatched warehouses, right? Where's the kid? Bring it here now!”

“Renata,” furious Marco.

Jose nodded in agreement while flicking his finger. “Tonight it was cold, pity that he remained in that place,” he said, then looked at his uncle closely and continued, “And we are in need of many people here. Why dump three workers to take care of Nolan? In the meantime he won't mess around here.”

Edgar looked at his son, then moved his gaze to his brother. “Just let him come here, it would be dangerous to stay out there.”

Marco thought for a moment, not wanting to look lost just like that. So he made a condition, “If he curses just one more time, I myself will throw him into the street.”

“He won't be that bad, right?” Renata waved her hand in a relaxed style. “Which may be the sassy daughter.”

Jose exchanged a glance with Marco. This time they had one vote on Nolan. That kid, he might have acted even more presumptuously.

Jose calls down, to the waiters' place, and asks Jack to call Gerald to take Nolan to the room. When he was done and put the phone handle in its place, it again faced the demanding gazes of the three people in the room.

“Try telling me,” Marco opened his hand side, giving an effective look demanding. “I remember, before the cut you told me about going south of Bjork. Judging from the style of the language and its appearance, the boy was from there, right? You went there to see him?”

Jose sighed softly, knowing that he wouldn't be able to get away with it. So he told me everything, starting from his promise to Dave that was not fulfilled, then the journey after Sir William. He decided to recount the passage as well because he did not want his uncle to find it himself and use it to attack him. Marco gave an unhappy look throughout his story.

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