Chapter 371 - Three Hundred And Seventy-one: Draw The Line (1/2)

The third point of view:

Have you ever been caught by your mother stealing meat from the pot of soup? That was how Cecil felt that moment as she stared at the half-naked man. It was as if she had been caught doing a very, very, bad thing.

The worst part of it all was that she couldn't take her eyes off - off his hard abdomen. She gulped, her throat becoming dry all of a sudden. How could someone be that toned?

In one word, Emerald was a macho man. His weight was evenly distributed by the help of his height and she couldn't understand why her hands were inching to touch those six-packs of his. Gosh! Keep yourself under control, Cecil! You're not that love-starved teenager anymore!

Her attention was suddenly brought back around when Emerald pulled down the shirt that had been in the process of being taken off.

”What are you doing here?” He asked in a tone that she couldn't exactly classify as annoyed or angered for the disruption.

”So....” She was at a loss for words. Everything she had intended to tell him had fled out of her brain the minute she saw his chest.

”As you can see I need to change so unless you're here for a good show, I'll advise you to leave and wait until I'm finished,” Emerald said to her politely.

He couldn't take it anymore with her staring at him that way; it was almost as if she wanted him. But that was his wishful thinking - she had made it clear to him he was the last person she would be with. Yes, he hurt her, and she hates me.

”Ah... right,” her senses returned and Cecil was about to turn her back and leave the room when her eyes caught sight of something, she froze. It was blood.

Emerald sensed the change in her and followed her gaze only for it to rest on his stained shirt.

”I-is that blood -”

”Don't worry, it's not Fernandez's. I didn't kill him,” he explained, knowing that was what she was about to ask.

Compared to him, Fernandez was the father of her son and the man she had previously fallen in love with. When it comes to affection, he would probably be placed last - that is if she even had a single drop of affection for him.

”I meant, is that your blood?” Cecil asked with a trace of anger breath her tone and when she didn't get an answer from him, knew she was right.

She walked over to him and lifted his shirt before he could tell what was on her mind.

”I told you not to get hurt!” She scowled at Emerald, leaving him shocked. Was she by chance worried about him?