BLOODY LOVE'S
Chapter 43's
Rolan knocked on Jose's room door. There was the rustling sound of books closing and the sound of footsteps. Rolan's ears are trained to catch any sound.
“Who?” ask Jose from the inside.
“I,” Rolan lightly. “I came carrying news, open the door.”
Without saying much, the reddish-painted large oak door opened gently.
“You're out rolling on the ground?” Rolan frowned when he saw that Jose's shirt and pants were smudged with dry mud.
Jose looked down, then put his shoulders down. “I love nature.” He did not need to let Rolan in because the doctor had walked himself inside and sat on one of the white couches attached to the wall.
“What news, Uncle?” Jose took his place opposite him.
As a person who dabbled in dark affairs, Rolan could already distinguish and sniff out any person who had a dark secret. He can even measure the level of secrets possessed by someone just by looking directly at his eyes or paying attention to his movements.
Marco has another darker secret, one that Rolan could have guessed a long time ago. Mary has no meaningful secrets. Edgar has a dirty secret, but it's not dark. Renata's brother remains as pure as ever.
This time, upon knocking on Jose's room and noticing the young man's face while looking at him, Rolan sniffed it. A secret.
He realizes Jose may have found another secret that is a little dark.
Rolan looked around the room suspiciously. The room had the same layout as Jose's room on the west wing. The servants had arranged in such a way that not a cent of the object shifted from the initial plan. They moved each carpet and arranged the basic layout of each object exactly on the curve that imprinted.
“I didn't see you go home,” Rolan said, returning the view forward.
“I did not announce myself when I returned home,” said Jose tangkas. “What do you need?”
“Usually people talk because there is need.” Jose shrugged his shoulders. He did not close the door of the room. A very clear sign that the presence of Rolan was not desired. “If Uncle just wants a prank, you better disturb Uncle Marco.”
Rolan grinned. He leaned his back against the cushioned sofa, then sighed slowly. “You don't want to ask me anything, Jose?”
“On why did Uncle come here? Already, right? Just now.”
“Not about that,” Rolan shook his head. He pulled and straightened his body, then flashed a critical look at Jose. “You heard what we were talking about in the park earlier. About the corpse.”
As he had expected, Jose did hear it. Evidently from the change of the young man's face from flat to tense. His eyes also looked alarmed, moving from Rolan's face, then towards the door.
“You can close the door if you want to ask further.” Rolan. “We both don't want any maids or unwanted people to hear our talk, right?”
“What talk, Uncle?” sahut Jose cold. “Indeed, if my room door closes, Uncle will say something?”
“Something,” promise Rolan while nodding. His hand extended to the side, pointing at the door in a swinging motion, giving the code to close it.
Jose still stared at Rolan for a bit long with a judging look, then nodded slowly and walked shut the door. Rolan steals the opportunity to snatch the thing Jose hid behind another couch cushion.
Aha, books! Rolan exclaimed happily in his heart as he grabbed the thing.
The old book. The cover is made of leather. The tail of Rolan's eyes caught the movement of Jose's hand closing the door leaf, while it moved quickly to open the book directly on the middle page. The middle page is always better than the first page. Give more information.
Rolan stared at the book with a frown, then immediately closed it without a sound and returned it to its original place.
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