BLOODY LOVE'S
Chapter 35's

“Then this is enough. It was simple, ordinary," Maria said as she pegged her reflection in the mirror. Her brown hair was tied sweetly with a French braid, leaving two strands of curls on each side of the ear. The canal he wore was wrapped in the sweet slender body of Mary, not looking cheap or ancient. He looked into his own blue eyes in the mirror, then took a breath to calm himself down.

This is just a guest, he whispered to himself. Maybe he just wanted to deliver an invitation, or something.

After she was done making sure that no one was flawed in her appearance, Mary went downstairs to meet Sir William.

The man kissed his fingertips politely, asked if his arrival was disturbing as well as other pleasantries, and asked if the Marquis and Marchioness Garnet were at home.

Knowing that most likely the visit was a matter related to land or other, Maria soon dashed her hopes that began to control just now. He felt silly because he was eaten also with Lady Lidya's boast. Their conversation was sweet because Sir William remembered Mary's arrival to his party the other day. The man gave a sincere thank you for helping to enliven the event. In an instant, the two were already walking in the garden of the house while chatting familiarly.

“And I heard, two more days this city will have a party?” Sir William asked, his eyes sparkling with interest.

Maria, who was happy to see the glower in those blue eyes, immediately nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, there is an annual festival. Usually people will take to the streets, light fireworks, well like that.”

“People take to the streets? Everything?”

“Of course, last year was like that. There are bazars and stilts! Maybe someone will play theater again.”

“Firework?” William rubbed his jaw slowly, looking very interested. “Means the festival will be held at night?”

Unknowingly they had walked around the garden and returned to where they had been. Mary turned to Sir William and raised her shoulders weakly. “Last year was held at night, but for now I don't know. Maybe it won't be like that considering Bjork is in increasingly gripping conditions. Police certainly did not allow the festival to be held too late.”

“And if they still allow it?” Sir William put on a thin smile, it almost seemed to be playing around.

“If they allow it?” Maria laughs. “What are you offering to accompany me?”

The question was so direct, and it might sound brazen if the one who uttered was not a sweet girl like Maria. Sir William gave a brief nod, soon realizing that the frank question just now was a sign that Mary had given to affirm that the girl disliked pleasantries and swirling requests.

“I will be very happy if you are willing to accompany me,” he said.

“If the festival is so held,” Maria says.

“Sure, if the festival is held.” Sir William nodded gently. His blue eyes glinted dimmer, but it escaped Mary's sight.

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Nolan had just neatly arranged the firewood inside the warehouse into a pyramid-shaped pile. He stared at his new arrangement with satisfaction, happy to have gotten more than his usual average.

If his father was still alive and knew that he dared to yell at and spy on the noble people from Bjork to the north, Nolan knew he would definitely be scolded. His father was a man who highly respected ethics and manners. People say the man is a Northman. Nolan was taught a lot about how to speak and speak politely. If you want, Nolan could have spoken and acted more polite than the rich ladies in the North, but he prefers to talk using local customs. It helps him to keep in mind where he comes from and what he should not lose: the realization that the poor are always treated unfairly.

He still vividly remembered the disdainful gaze he had gotten from Madame Argent. If you want to be admitted, the one that gives him the best attitude is Mrs Argent, but Nolan argues that it is not sincere. The woman was just comforting herself instead of helping Nolan. The woman felt her degree rise with the pity of others. Nolan appreciates Marco's continued rejection and merciless gaze.

Recalling the cold old man, Nolan recalled the necklace he had brought to the Argent family. He found it when he came home from taking Jose to the bridge. The necklace was near the house, right where they collided.

Jose did say that he didn't know the necklace. And the explanation of the different emblems made sense to Nolan's ears, but he himself knew that Marco did not know at all about the necklace he found.

Nolan remembered the glare of the eye that flashed in Marco's eyes back then. There was something strange, a thing that the man himself might only know.

Nolan thought about that for a while, then shook his head slowly. “There's no point thinking about that. It's none of my business anymore.”

“What's none of your business?”

The voice sounded curious and innocent, making Nolan turn in shock. “Since when were you there?!” he was annoyed when he saw who was behind him.

Jose. This time the young man was wearing a plain black shirt combined with a casual unbuttoned suit and expensive looking cloth pants. Nolan sneered at the appearance inwardly. He always hated rich people who tried to look simple but still look rich.

“Do you always talk to yourself while daydreaming?” Jose gave a wide grin that looked funny.

“Do you rich people always appear arbitrarily in other people's areas?” reply Nolan fierce.

“Hmm can you stop talking about rich or poor?”

“It could be if you're not a rich man.”

“Do you have any particular trauma or anything?” search for Jose while walking closer. The sound of the sole of his shoes muffled the green grass he stepped on. “Maybe you've been blackmailed by a rich bastard?”

“You came to scrape up my life?” sahut Nolan spicy. But he immediately regretted the spiciness of his sentence. Although he does not like rich people, but he is quite comfortable near Jose.

The man gave off a calming aura. According to Nolan, it was probably due to his relaxed nature as well as his not-so-shock appearance. Jose didn't seem offended by Nolan's criticism just now. In fact, the man got closer and looked around the contents of his wooden storage warehouse with interest.

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