Chapter 384 - Three Hundred And Eighty-four: Revenge Does Sting (1/2)

The third point of view:

Even though the dance began just a few minutes ago, it felt like forever to Cecil. Her throat constricted as she came to a startling realization, she was attracted to him?!

At that moment, it was as if the other dancers had faded into the background and it was just her and Emerald. Her heart was pounding against her chest as he stared straight into her eyes, it was almost as if he could see right through her soul.

But as usual, she chickened out and tried to withdraw but the man held on tight to her waist.

”Emerald,” She breathed, her heart beating a million miles an hour.

She was attracted to him? No that was impossible, she had no feeling whatsoever for this man? Sure the unpredictable circumstances with him in the past had made her escape Fernandez's evil plan unintentionally, that doesn't mean she should thank him for using her.

Cecil could not exactly say she hated him, but she didn't love him either and wanted it to stay that way. Both of them together was impossible! Inconceivable! He wasn't even her type! Sorry, what was her type again?

”What is it?” Emerald asked without as much expression.

Maybe she was the one making a big deal out of this? Emerald here looked cool and unaffected, nor was there a sign over her head announcing her attraction for him. Moreover, attraction doesn't mean she has feelings for him; she just found him sexually appealing.

Moreover, attractions never last - she has nothing to worry about. So she just had to be cool about it and in no time, this stupid dance would be over.

”It's nothing,” Cecil said immediately.

”Nothing?”

She saw the look of doubt on his face and answered, ”Your grasp was tight so I was trying to ease myself a bit,” Cecil lied through her teeth.

”Oh, I'm sorry about that,” said Emerald.

However, she wasn't so sure if he was truly sorry because even though he said so, he did not attempt to release her.

After that short discussion, an awkward silence fell upon them once again. For once, Cecil was grateful for his height because it meant that she couldn't glance over his shoulder but hide her face on his chest. Also, she couldn't and didn't want to know what the crowd was thinking about the both of them right now.

”You look beautiful tonight,” Emerald whispered into her ears and she shivered. That husky voice of his had gone through her and shook her very entrails. It made her look up again and of course, she regretted it as well.

The way he was staring down at her made her very scared. The gentleness and loving tenderness in that gaze made her highly uncomfortable. It was almost as if he was opening up to her.

”You clean up good too,” Cecil couldn't believe she could still find her voice - not that it was that loud anyway.

But of course, her tongue had to lead her into trouble because she found herself saying, ”Your makeup artist did a good job but she shouldn't have hidden your scar,”

Oh great, she has done it.

One of the reasons Cecil had been shocked earlier by Emerald's appearance was the fact that the scar on his face disappeared. However, she knew it had been done with the use of makeup.

But right now, his unreadable expression scared her.

”I'm sorry,” She quickly said, ”I shouldn't have said such unreasonable and insensitive -”

”Why shouldn't she?”

”Huh?” Cecil blinked.

”Why do you think she shouldn't have hidden the scar?” Emerald asked, staring her straight in the eyes.

”Well…” Cecil found out she couldn't tear her eyes away from him, his gaze was as well daring her not to.

”Well?”

”You remind me of Zuko,”

”Zuko?” The man was confused.

”There was this cartoon my son Pedro was once obsessed with and it had this prince who had this scar on his face. He had refused to fight his father who then burned his face, scarring him over his left eye, and sent him into exile,”

”So you think I shouldn't have hidden my scar because it reminded you of a cartoon character?”Emerald was surprisingly more amused than angry.

”Well, not really that,”

”What then?” He pressed, determined to hear her reason.

”The scar is part of you and shouldn't be hidden. Even if people detest it, it's evidence of your fight and the fact that you're a survivor…. ” she preached on and on.

This time, Emerald fixed his eyes on her intrigued. He didn't interrupt her, letting her speak her mind freely.

”Moreover,” She blurted out, ” I think it looks good on you….” Cecil faltered when she realized what she just said. And of course, he didn't let go of that.

”It looks good on me?” he asked, staring into her eyes as if he was searching for assurance.

By now, Cecil should have run away as usual but this was his birthday party, and feeling guilty that she had nothing for him, she decided to go out of line just a little.