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?

"It's nothing," He said, trying to pull down his shirt. It was uncomfortable for him with her holding his shirt up.

"What do you mean it's nothing?!" She increased her volume as if his comment infuriated her the more, "You're bleeding and why are there so many scars on your body?!"

Emerald didn't respond, knowing anything he says now would do nothing but piss her. When the anger disperses, she would chill out. 

But to his surprise, she simply let go and turned to leave. Stunned, he was about to ask where she was heading to when she glared at him, "Don't you dare make a move, I'll be back,"

"Alright, your majesty," He teased her, hoping to see if that would brighten up her mood but all it did was intensify the glare. Well, he better shut it.

Emerald sat on the bed, however, there was a giddy expression on his face. She was worried about him? He was so happy. Maybe he should have let that asshole stab him deeper and get admitted to the hospital so she could care a bit more for him? 

So, he kept thinking until Cecil returned with a maid carrying a bowl of water and a first aid box.

"Yes, place it over there please," She directed the woman who followed and left the room hurriedly after her eyes met with the giant. 

The truth was that everyone feared this giant more than Sakuzi himself - but they wouldn't say that out loud before that old mad man devised a punishment for them. But then, here was this woman commanding Emerald like he was her servant - he would kill them if they dared that. 

"Move in a bit more and sit up," She instructed him, "And would you take that damn shirt off!" She bossed him around and the great giant obeyed without hesitation. 

Satisfied, "Momentarily", Cecil stopped the bleeding by applying pressure before cleaning the wound. She applied a thin layer of antibiotic ointment and began to dress the wound. 

"This is just basic and all I can do for you. You should seek the doctor," Cecil informed him, refusing to meet his gaze because she could feel his hot gaze on her. 

Emerald was highly surprised by her action. She was the main reason he had hurried over to wash up and hide his wound, knowing she detested violence and all. Who knew she could stomach this? She kept intriguing him and he wished to know her more, sadly, he couldn't cross that line.

"Don't think much about this," Cecil drew the line, "I'm only helping you because you helped me with Fernandez," she said, mentally fighting her fingers from straying away from the injured area. She didn't know what the hell was wrong with her today? Why was she so affected by his presence? It was so strange. 

"Did you hear me?" Cecil glanced up at him when she didn't hear a response, but that move was clearly a mistake. 

Emerald had leaned so close to her that she could point out the pores on his face. Cecil let out a shaky breath when her gaze flickered down to his lips. Oh no, that was a danger zone. 

Her eyes climbed back up and they connected with Emerald's dark ones instantly. A shivery sensation went down her back as she forgot how to breathe. His eyes had darkened, not to mention that they were hypnotic because the next she knew, they were kissing each other. Who had leaned in first? She couldn't exactly tell.