Chapter 352 - Three Hundred And Fifty-three: Loose Ends (2/2)

”He called you, didn't he?” Emerald growled at her.

What an attitude! Cecil couldn't believe her ears

”Yes, of course, he called me since I'm not stupid enough to call him. But that doesn't give you the right to destroy my cell phone! Who do you think you are!” She raised her voice at him.

”He could have been tracking your cell phone!”

There was silence.

”Oh,” It dawned on Cecil, ”I didn't think about that,” there was an embarrassed look on her face while scratching her scalp awkwardly. She had lashed out at him without reasoning.

”I'm sorry for -”

”You shouldn't be,” Emerald dismissed her apology since she indeed shouldn't say that in the first place. He had lied.

They had a great firewall that even the government couldn't infiltrate into their network traffic, not to talk of a small fry like Fernandez who doesn't even know who he's dealing with yet. Why do you think they've been standing firm till now?

The huge man had just been so angry when he came in to discover she was chatting with that man. Did she still love Fernandez? The thought of that scared him so much he just threw the phone as if he wanted to break them up. He had heard that children complicate matters, would that still be the same here even after he helps her regaining Pedro?

Left for Emerald alone, he could have sent his men to eliminate Fernandez overnight but he knew better, Cecil wouldn't approve of that. She would want that son of a hole to suffer for his crimes the righteous way - which was kind of bullshit to him. It would take time to gather evidence strong enough to land that man in jail and keep him there! Fernandez had too many allies in the police and Emerald didn't like that one bit - anything could happen.

He hated uncertainty, his missions so far were neat and swift with no room for mistakes nor loopholes- Dead men tell no tales. This was the first time he would be working on one that had too many blind spots and loose ends. But then, what could he do? It was for the woman he loved and if she wanted it that way, so be it. He would just have to protect him.

”Fine, suit yourself,” Cecil gave up on the sorry.

”I'll get you another one and move the contacts over,” he promised her, picking up the damaged phone.

”Whatever,” she looked the other way.

Both of them fell silent and the atmosphere became awkward. Emerald shifted uncomfortably on his feet while Cecil scratched the side of her face. What were they going to discuss now?

”How's your face?”

”Huh?”

”Your face?” He gestured to his face as an illustration, ”Does it still hurt?”

”Oh,” She remembered, ”No, it doesn't hurt anymore,”

Cecil had a small band-aid on her forehead from where she had hit her head during that collision. She thankfully suffered no concussion but a slight headache which she had slept off already.

”I should check on Pedro,” she said, rubbing her clammy hands on her pants. Gosh, why was she so nervous around him? Whatever that was between them ended that night - he wasn't even Pedro's father. Right now, the only connection between them was this unfortunate problem, nothing else.

”Alright, you should do that,” he nodded and, ”And probably take a look around, no one would stop you,”

”Thank you?” Cecil guessed she should say that and walked past him only to stop. With a heavy sigh, she turned to face him to say something, however, it happened that Emerald was turning at the same time and both knocked into each other. Out of instinct, Emerald reached out and grabbed her waist to keep her from falling.

For some strange reason, this man's height had never intimidated her; rather she gulped at their closeness right now, it was a bit disturbing. Cecil could have wiggled out of his grasp but the way he pinned her with his smoldering look made her unable to breathe, not to talk of moving. He must have cast a freezing spell on her.

With the way she looked at him, Emerald was tempted to lower his head and kiss her senselessly, but he couldn't. He couldn't take advantage of her the second time. If he was going to kiss her, he would do that with her permission.

”You should go look for Pedro,” He added in his mind, ”Before I lose control right now,”

Something was wrong with her, Cecil noticed. Why was she feeling disappointed he didn't kiss her? Oh my God! She was going crazy! What the hell was wrong with her?! She hated this man for Christ's sake. There was no way in hell she was feeling attraction for him. Oh no, she needed air.

And just like that, she escaped out of the room as quickly as her legs could take her and began to explore the mansion to lessen the boredom. The smell of sweet food directed her to the kitchen and that was where she found her son with this strange girl.

Cecil knew to recognize trouble when she saw one. She quickly withdrew her son immediately. As much as she wanted bold ones around her reserved son, she needed one with morals too.