Chapter 409 - Four Hundred And Nine: Safe Week (1/2)

The third point of view:

Cecil hasn't been able to sleep properly ever since she received that call from her father. Yeah, it was quite a shocker.

How long has it been since they saw each other? Since that day he chased her out of his home? Seventeen? Eighteen years? Eighteen fucking years since he disowned her and then comes out of nowhere to order her to his place?

Cecil had a feeling this has to do with her son Pedro and his father Fernandez. She knew how the man operated, he must have snitched on her to her father since he couldn't get her to give up Pedro. Fernandez must have reported her before Emerald took care of him, fear wouldn't let him do so - the blood on Emerald's body that day suggested he took care of the asshole well.

Vincent had ordered her to come home right away with Pedro but she ignored him. He has no right to order her around - she wasn't part of the family anymore. Nor does he have a say on her son - she meant it when she said no one would snatch her son from her.

Her abrupt disobedience has resulted in him calling her nonstop ever since then and Cecil would have ignored him further if she didn't know how stubborn her father, scratch that, ex-father was. Fine, she'd see him, Cecil decided and make it clear to him, no one dictates her life!

Done with her thought, Cecil got on her feet to get ready for work. She has been indoors the past week during the ”protection program,” at the base and did her work from there, but now she was needed at the company. With Emily in Lincolnshire, the workload on her shoulder increased tremendously.

Cecil took her bath, changed into casual wear; pairing a nude blue with jeans and a stiletto heel, ready to leave when the doorbell rang.

”Who's that?” She went to answer the door and there went her heart falling faster than a teardrop as soon as she saw Emerald standing there with a bright expression.

”Hi, Cecil,”

Her stomach did a double flip.

”H-Hi, Emerald,” she choked. Her heart was doing a pitter-patter dance and she wondered how she was able to breathe right now when the air was actually hot and scarce.

”What are you doing here?” She was breathless. He looked so handsome today in a suit - was that a new thing now. It's been a week since she last saw him and he kept true to his deal of giving her space.

”You're leaving for work, right?” He asked, looking her over.

Cecil could only nod.

”Come on then, I'll drive you to work,”

”You'll drive me?” She pointed to her chest.

”Although Miguel is after Reina, there is no assurance he won't come after you considering I'm Sakuzi's second in command,” He explained to her.

Yes, Cecil has heard of that too. The news was unfortunate and she didn't know how to console Reina because the woman in question didn't want their sympathy.

”But you can't do this every day and you're a busy man. What if Sakuzi needs you for something and you're not there to -”

”Shhh,” He pressed her finger against her lips and watched with interest the way her face turned red. It pleased him to know that he still affected her that way. God knew how much he missed her.