BLOODY LOVE'S
Chapter 37's

Nolan's turn frowned. He looked at Jose with a surprised face. “So he has nothing to do with the South? He never been here either?”

Jose gave the trinket once and agreed.

“Then, what are you looking for here?” Nolan raised the corner of his lips upwards. “I can't possibly know him and can't help you, even if you tell me about your friend. His name is I've never heard. Who earlier? Daf?”

“Dave,” error Jose. He returned the view to the river, knowing that Nolan was right. But he did not come to ask for help. He just wanted to tell someone about his anxiety. He could not tell Maria because he did not want to add to the burden of the girl.

After all Maria clearly did not understand anything. Making his friend confused will only add to the problem for Jose. He also could not discuss anything with his two uncles because Jose was still suspicious of them. There was something the two men were doing, something that smelled bad, but Jose wouldn't do anything before knowing for sure what he was up against. He will not interfere with his uncle's work, but is determined to investigate what really happened.

His parents could not talk to him either. They were clearly on his uncle's second side.

The only option for Jose is Nolan, the girl who might understand what happened. A stubborn person, rebellious at heart, and also very forthright. When talking to the girl, Jose hopes to find light in vivid jolts. Even though he had not been able to find any information, he hoped to share the secret he kept with the girl. Nolan is clearly not a coward. Where is the cowardly person who crossed the early morning region and infiltrated the homes of others to return the goods he thought were left behind?

“In my opinion, he is already lost with the others,” Nolan continued after a long silence. “No one still survived after disappearing last night, we all know that. I don't know about rich people like you, maybe you're partying all night or whatever, but in my place anyway no one would expect to go home to people who just disappeared last night.”

Jose gulped, his throat felt dry. “I also know it .. but it feels .. it feels impossible. I made an appointment with him when it was still afternoon, there were still a lot of people. The place to stay is also in the center of the crowd.”

Nolan flicked his finger, smiling victoriously when he found out what caused the tired haggard face. “Not your fault. People are missing every day, he's just unlucky.”

“You don't understand, he disappeared when he was about to see me!”

“Does anyone blame you?” Nolan turned his head, looking straight into Jose's black eyes. “Did they say that the disappearance of the man was because of your fault?”

“No, but ..” Jose opens and closes his mouth hard. “No, the problem is not about who forgives whom,” his sigh. “If it were that easy, the problem is not that.”

“See the problem is there, you clearly seem to be looking for a way to free yourself from guilt. You came here to hear that, right? Hearing me say that the disappearance of your friend is not your fault at all, that you have nothing to do with all that?”

Nolan said it. The girl said clearly and honestly what Jose was experiencing and feeling. A completely foreign person, but it turns out to be very understanding of what he feels. Jose smiled tiredly, then nodded.

“You are right, I am indeed blaming myself and want to seek consolation.” The man stretched his body, inhaling the forest air and the smell of spores deeply. “In my heart I kept saying that it was my fault. If only I hadn't invited Dave. But everything cannot be repeated. Even though Dave is not back.”

“Good if you are aware. I hate people who like to pretend.” Nolan pressed his shoulders, pulling his fishing line. One large freshwater fish fluttered on the grass. He pulled out his hook and put the fish in a bucket. His face was beaming at the look of Jose's admiration.

He had just given another piece of sound advice to the rich young man, but his ears had already caught a strange sound. Jose's face looked tense. It seemed that the man also heard what Nolan had heard.

***

Rolan stared once more at the pocket watch in hand to make sure of the time, then immediately got up and walked out of the room. He passed through the newly twisted stairs and expensive but simple wall hangings. His feet paused for a moment outside Marco's study to tidy up his hairline and his shirt suit then knocked on the door.

“Log in,” says heavy sound from indoors.

Marco's study room was always watered by soft sunlight, as if the man had specially ordered light to be delivered through his study window.

Rolan had entered the room several times, and still impressed to see the neatness and elegant layout of all the goods.

Rolan put on a smile as smooth and gentle as possible. Marco still looks as cold as he did at lunch. His face was calm and neutral, his white mustache looked neat and fittingly decorated his hard face. Her hair was completely white, slightly silvery. Marco never liked polish. He just likes things that are natural to himself.

“Rolan,” greet the old man from behind the table. He nodded at the empty seat in front of him, allowing the Argent family doctor to sit there. “Please.”

Rolan nodded softly in return, then sat himself leisurely in a swivel chair. It feels soft and comfortable, Rolan feels he will feel at home sitting all day there—if there is no Marco.

“How about those two dayers?” Marco did not mince words.