Sweet Aphrodite's POV
　　I am confused with myself. My heart and emotions are confusing the hell out of me. Why am I feeling this way? I keep denying it but the truth is, I am feeling something for my boss and I am surely in love to the mysterious man who always saves me.
　　I feel bad that I am feeling this for two different person. I feel like I am not in control on what I feel and who to like. How can I be almost in love to the both of them? Or is it too early to judge my feelings for Sir Lennox?

　　And what am I gonna do about this? Of course I would hide it to my boss. There is no point of confessing and I need to focus as his maid. And if I were to choose...
　　I sighed and thought about my savior. I will choose him. What I feel for him is justifiable unlike to my feelings for my boss that feels so fast. But remembering the anger on his eyes earlier, I feel like he would never let me see him again.
　　I closed my eyes tightly. No, please no. I am sorry.
　　I pushed the double door of the mansion and went inside. Dropping my sling bag on the sofa, I followed it and sat tiredly. After resting for a moment, I pushed myself to stand and went to the kitchen to drink. While drinking, I noticed that the food I cooked is gone and there is no single piece of dishes on the sink. Does it mean that he ate it and washed his used utensils?
　　That thought warmed my heart. I don't know why, I just feel happy.
　　I was about to leave the kitchen when I saw Sir Lennox leaning on the wall with his hands in his pockets. His gray eyes are staring at me intently, as if they could see my soul. I licked my lips while composing myself in the inside. I need to calm my heart from its automatic reaction in his mere presence.

　　"Where did you go?" His baritone voice filled my ear.
　　I squeezed my hand and forced myself to smile amidst the nervousness that I could feel. "I just..." I shook my head a bit. "..went to the school to talk about my studies," I uttered.
　　"Then?"
　　I don't know if he's really interested or he just asked to sound interested. But still, it's a big thing for me that he's asking about my life.

　　"My head supported my decision to resume studying. I'll use my salary in working here to pay the tuition fee..."
　　He pressed his lips tightly while staring at me intently. Then he stood straight.
　　"Okay," he uttered then turned his back to me.
　　I watched him left. I blew softly and touched my chest. I did not know that liking someone is this exaggerated. My system is really letting me know that he's near and he has effects on me. I can feel it all over my body and I don't know if it is weird. I really have no idea because only in this age of mine I have experienced liking men.
　　I went to my room to clean myself.
　　I am now curious what his work is. It seems like he has never left the mansion. Is he working from home? Being a CEO suits him because his presence really shouts power and he's intimidating, too. Remembering the mansion where I live today, I realized that he may come from an old rich family.
　　I shook my head thinking about how I am nothing compare to him. Stop thinking about your feelings, Sweet Aphrodite!
　　Since I am already done cleaning the first floor, I proceeded to the second floor. The place is wide and full of antique things. There is a grand piano covered with white cloth. I removed it and cleaned it so it can be used. I tried my best not to forget the rule that I should not move or rearrange everything. I don't want him to be mad again.
　　When the night came, I stopped cleaning and went to the kitchen to cook for our dinner. After that, I showered because I feel sticky due to the sweats. I am gonna clean again tomorrow after my class.
　　My steps became smaller and my hand crumpled the skirt of my dress when I saw Sir Lennox sitting in front of the end of the table with his hands clasped on top of it. He looked up to me and I felt my cheeks heated profusely when he scanned me from head to toe. I immediately started readying his food and plate. I did not expect that he'll be here.
　　"Aren't you gonna eat?" he asked after scanning the plate and utensils that I readied just for him. His eyes are void of emotion while staring at me.
　　I blinked. "Uh---"
　　"Eat with me," he commanded.
　　I immediately picked plate and utensils for me. He pointed the seat beside him. I don't know if I'll be happy that I am near him but knowing how intimidated am I to him, I feel like I will not be able to eat properly.
　　The deafening silence made its way between us. I can't help but to stop from eating to watch him. The way he hold the fork and spoon is regal and effortless. I immediately looked away with my cheeks blushing when he caught me staring at him in awe. Am I just going to embarrass myself for the whole day?
　　"Eat more," he said and put more rice on my plate.
　　I feel weak seeing the additional food. I am really not hungry. How can I finish this?
　　"Sir..."
　　He stared at me with sharp eyes. I swallowed my disapproval and resumed eating. It became harder to munch the food when he watched me after he finished. Why does he need to stare at me like that?
　　I looked at him. I want to tell him that he can leave me but the way he is stiffly sitting, it feels like he won't even move. I forced finishing the food while feeling embarrassed.
　　I stood as soon as I finished eating. I silently picked the soiled dishes and he just remained on his seat, sitting like a king.
　　After removing the remnants of food, I began washing the dishes. My body froze when I felt his presence behind me. My system immediately disrupted especially when his palm touch and rested on my waist. His other hand went to my other side and reached for the faucet. I swallowed hard and stared dumbfounded at the dishes. His breath fanning my neck makes me lose my focus. What the heck?
　　I feel like melting as if he's a fire near me. I feel weak but igniting. His presence and touch is hot. My heart seems like it can't take it and now, it is trying to escape from the heat. I am scared that he might heard the pounding of my heart. I am scared that he might know what I am feeling.
　　After washing his hand, he dried it on the towel hanging then put it on the side of my waist. Then he proceeded to wash the other hand that was touching me.
　　My lower lip almost bled because I bit it, thinking that it would help suppressing my feelings. I blew softly and tried to relax myself. Why is he doing this?
　　He sighed when he's already done washing his hand.
　　"Continue washing our dishes. Good night," he whispered huskily before he left.
　　The relief and coldness washed through me after he left. I closed my eyes tightly and gathered all of my presence of mind. Hold a grip, Sweet.
　　Before I left for class, I cooked Sir Lennox's breakfast so when he comes down, he has something to eat.
　　I excitedly rode a bus. I am going to school today to study. Nothing can stop me.
　　I am smiling the whole time the bus is running but it faded when it stopped in front of the university. The ashes on the air are like part of my burnt away spirit. Ruther University is ruined. The destroyed structure, dark smoke, and the image of fire eating the remaining parts made me weak.
　　"Sweet!"
　　I weakly glanced to Aaron who is not in uniform. He smiled sadly and tapped my shoulder.
　　"The fire began last night and until now, there are still some fire. The firemen are having hard time to kill the fire. It is too strong that it managed to burn down the whole university."
　　There are a lot of people around us, talking, crying, and shouting. But for a moment, I went deaf. Tears clouded my eyes as I watch my dream burn in front of me.
　　"Shh. Stop crying, Sweet," Aaron said then hugged me. His hand caressed my back to comfort me.
　　I cried silently. Why it feels like a certain force is stopping me to study? Why does it need to happen?
　　I was pulled away from Aaron's hug and I was slammed against a hard built. Arms enveloped around me, making me feel secured.
　　"Hush now, Sweet," he whispered.
　　With tears on my eyes, I looked up and saw his gray eyes. Tears fell after I blinked and another batch clouded my eyes again.
　　"Sir..." I whispered with my shaking voice.
　　"Stop crying," he uttered. He looks so serious while staring at me. His thumb feels rough on my face when he wiped away my tears.
　　I nodded then try to stop but I am too heartbroken. I broke in tears again. His jaw clenched then he caressed my hair. After that, he pulled my face closer to his chest then hugged me tighter.
　　"This is hurting me. Stop crying, please..." his gently voice whispered.