Sweet Aphrodite's POV
　　I don't know what happened next. I woke up in my bed, in our room. I sat up and scanned the bedroom. I am really here.
　　Irene came in after the door opened. She smiled at me.

　　"It seems like you were so exhausted on your work. You slept soundly," she uttered.
　　My brows furrowed and feel my body. It feels heavy and a bit painful, proving that what happened last night is real. I feel so tired.
　　"What time is it?" I asked her with my still sleepy voice.
　　"You are already one hour late for your class. I have two vacant subject that's why I am still here. I tried waking you up earlier but you're sleeping soundly." She shrugged and pointed my body. "And I guess you haven't changed your clothes last night."
　　My eyes widened. I am already late! My lips twisted a bit in disgust when I realized that I am still wearing my working clothes. Remembering how much I sweat last night, I grimaced. Damn it.
　　"Let's eat breakfast together! I'll wait for you," Irene said before she left.

　　I nodded even she won't see it. My sight dropped on my wrist and saw a bruise. My wounds are gone but I have dark marks and a sore body.
　　I sighed and gently stretched my arms. My face twisted in pain but somehow I feel relieved after stretching.
　　The mysterious man saved me and I guess, he brought me home again.
　　I stood and began doing my morning routines. Last night, I am just a second away from my death but he came again. I will not just be dead but I will be dry and probably would look like a rotten vegetable.

　　I am really lucky that he comes when I am in danger. I am grateful to him. I owe him big time.
　　Remembering how he saved me, my heart beat fastly like it recognizes him. As if it is an automatic thing that when I think of him, it would react crazily.
　　Are you his slave, hmm?
　　Irene and I went to the University together. Stella did not have a vacant that is why she is already gone early in the morning.
　　I was early for the third subject since the professor is still not here. Sadly, I was absent for the first two subject. I hope it won't affect my grade that much. I need to work harder on those subject to make up for my absents.
　　The class was about to start but a student interfered, excusing for me, because according to her, the Head office is calling me. With a heavy heart, I made my way out of the classroom.
　　I remember the looks that my classmates gave to me. Curious. I am curious, too. Why are they calling me?
　　I bit my lower lip when I suddenly remembered what happened yesterday on my last class. Is it all about that?
　　I looked for Miss Molina's table. She immediately saw me and there is an emotion in her eyes that made me more nervous.
　　I forced a smile when I stopped in front of her desk. "Good morning, Ma'am," I greeted.
　　She sighed and made a hand signal for me to sit on the chair in front of her table. The seriousness of her aura intimidated me. I put my clasped hand on my lap after I sat.
　　"I went here because a student told me that you want to talk to me," I said politely after the long silence.
　　She sighed once again as if she's in a hard situation. I swallowed a lump in my throat and stared at her.
　　"You're really a good student Miss Villegaz. Smart, active and responsible..." she started. "But I have a bad news."
　　I stopped playing with my fingers as I almost choke in fear and anticipation. I inhaled sharply, trying to regain my composure.
　　"W-what do you mean, Ma'am?"
　　"You lost your scholarship."
　　I feel like I went deaf for a moment as the bomb of bad news exploded. My shoulder weakened together with my spirit. My world stopped spinning for a second.
　　I shook my head. "Why... why?" I whispered.
　　"Actually, you lost it last month. You lost your sponsor. We tried looking for another one but we failed since almost all of them want to give it to the children."
　　A tear fell from my eye that I immediately wiped away. "Why did my sponsor stop? I followed his standards. My grades are high. My rare absences are reasonable, too. Why? Did I do something wrong?" I asked weakly.
　　With sad eyes, she shook her head. "He really did not mean to stop. Actually he is proud and happy for you. The reason is his life has already ended. Mr. Smith died due to his oldness."
　　My heart broke for him. Tears escaped from my eyes as if they are racing. My heart goes with him. Sadly, he died without me thanking him personally. I had few chances to talk to him but only over the phone. He helped me so much and I would never forget him.
　　I am sad for my lost scholarship but I am more sorrowful for his death.
　　"We are sorry, Miss Villegaz..."
　　I just nodded and smiled weakly. "Please send my condolences to his family."
　　I am miserable while walking out of the office. Ruther University is a prestigious one. It is competitive and well-known. The employment rate of graduates from here is really positive. But with those facts, it has a high tuition fee. Now that I lost my scholarship, can I sustain it with my salary from my job? Can I do it?
　　I went back to the apartment while I am lost in my thoughts after I walked around the university's garden. I can't make it to the class today with this situation of my mind and heart.
　　But it seems like this is not my day. How unlucky.
　　"Sweet, I need you to move out," the apartment's owner said to welcome me.
　　My eyes widened. "What do you mean, Teresa?"
　　"My family will live here. I need the three of you to move out today. It is really sudden but I have no choice," she said.
　　I shook my head a bit. "But Teresa, you should have told us one month early before you make us move out! It is not easy to find a new place in a night," I uttered with so much conviction. Frustration makes me want to cry but I stopped myself.
　　She shove a small envelope to me. "That's your advance payment that you gave before then half of your payment for this month. Pack your things now. My family is big and obviously, they are more important than the three of you!"
　　"Teresa!"
　　"Please, leave," she said without any compassion then turned her back to me.
　　My hands are shaking while I am fixing my things. I am in the verge of breaking down but I can't afford to have one. It is already late in the afternoon. I still need to find a place to stay in. I sniffed and rejected the attempt of my tears to fall down. I should not cry.
　　Irene and Stella have their families to got to. And me? I have no one.
　　Why do these things need to happen in a day? Why does the fate hates me so much, huh? It is tiring.
　　I was not able to bid my goodbye to them. I'll see them in school next time. My priority tonight is to look for a new place.
　　Beads of sweats cascaded down my face to my neck. As expected, I did not find one. It is hard and it will take me few days before I could spot an apartment or boarding house.
　　I decided to go to my work. I put my heavy bags on the carpeted floor then heaved a sigh. Picking a handkerchief on my sling bag, I wiped away the excessive sweat that I have.
　　I am so tired today but I still need to work.
　　I walked towards the window and watched the sunset. I sighed. The battle of the light and darkness gave me hope. This day is going to end but there is another one tomorrow and I can still try as long as the sun and the moon light the earth on their respective time.
　　The sky was painted with beautiful colors. It is now a mixture of orange, violet, blue and red. It is breathtaking.
　　I flinched when I heard a sudden thud. I immediately glanced where it originated then I saw Sir Lennox just entered the mansion, wearing a black jacket with its hood. I heard him muttering curses under his breath as if he is in pain while his broad back is facing me.
　　When our eyes met, he looks surprised. In a second, it changed in a cold stare then he looked away. With big steps, he walked up to the grand staircase until he is already gone in my sight.
　　I fell asleep after hours of cleaning. When I woke up, I saw Sir Lennox's figure walking away. I am now embarrassed because for sure, he saw me sleeping!
　　I followed him to the kitchen. He glanced at me while he's pouring water on his glass.
　　"Sir..." I started.
　　He did not speak and he just stared at me, as if he is waiting for my words. I cleared my throat.
　　"Can I stay here for tonight?" I asked, pushing away all the shame that I might feel. I gathered my strength. "I was forced to move out from the apartment."
　　He tilted his head while staring at me. Then he put down the glass to cross his arms. His tongue rolled over his lips, making it appear redder. I suddenly feel nervous and I don't know if it is because of his stares or his built. I don't know.
　　"Sure," he uttered after a while.
　　My lips stretched into a smile. I feel relieved.
　　"Thank you, Sir. It's just for tonight. Hopefully I would be able to find a place--"
　　"Nah. You can stay here permanently. Your room is the sole room here on the ground floor," he uttered with finality before he picked his glass of water then turned his back. "Cook anything you want from the fridge."
　　I watched him walk away. I didn't expect for him to approve it that fast. But I am still thankful.