Chapter 3

Aurelia's POV

I walked into his house cautiously, it wasn't just a house, it was a mansion. I knew he was rich, I just didn't know to what extent.

Every step I took added to the burden on my chest, I shouldn't be here. What if my mother finds out? There is gonna be a heck lot of problems then.

“Sit” he said as soon as we got to the living room. I hesitated for a while, then I sat.

“Thank you” I muttered inaudibly.

“Why were you sleeping there?” He demanded the truth.

“I…had to” I wasn't a very good liar so I didn't bother lying.

“You would spend the night here, then you can return tommorow. You do have a house right?” He questioned.

“I have a house” I said knowing fully well I lived in a hell hole, not a house.

“Let me take you to the guest room then” he stood up and I followed closely behind him. I was afraid I might get lost if I didn't.

He took me to the doorstep of a room, he didn't say anything, he just left. I welcomed myself into the room, it was everything I have ever dreamt of or even more.

I debated in my head which room is prettier, Clara's or this? Comparing that it was just a guest room, while Clara’s was a main bedroom, I already knew the winner.

I touched the bed before laying on it, it was too soft. Is it a giant marshmallow or a bed? I wondered.

He didn't only talk to me, he also brought me to his home, today must be my lucky day.

And after a while, I dozed off, having the best sleep of my life. I woke up without the usual cramps I was used to.

I checked my phone for the time. Heck! It was 6:31. How did I sleep for so long?

I rushed into the bathroom to take a quick bath. The bath didn't go as fast as I planned, there were a lot of appliances I didn't know how to use. My house wasn't so modernized, my mother would rather spend money organizing parties than upgrading home appliances.

“Phew…” I muttered, I finally got cleaned up.

I didn't want to wear my previous clothes, but I had to, I would change into new clothes once I get to the coffee shop.

I proceeded to the living room, some lady was dusting the chairs. She must be the cleaning lady, her uniform implies it.

“Good morning ma'am” I greeted.

“Good morning miss” the woman replied with a smile.

“Has he… mmn… Silas gone out?” Not sure I should be calling him that. But I do not know how many he(s) live here.

“No yet… He should be down in 15mins” The woman glanced at her wristwatch. She must know him well enough to time him.

“Okay thanks”.

I walked around the living room for a while, making sure not to touch anything. My sister and my mom often say I am a clumsy cat.

I couldn't risk breaking something expensive in Silas's house. My eyes lit up immediately I saw a coffee machine. I couldn't help but touch it, I definitely wouldn't break it. It's one thing I do best.

“Not sure that old stuff still works” The cleaning lady said.

“Would give it a try”

“Sir Silas doesn't use it, he prefers getting his coffee outside” 

I've gotten it! That's what I should call him ‘Sir Silas’, it suits him perfectly well.

The coffee he gets outside was usually made by me, he likes it. I should make him a special home coffee. That's the least I could do for him to repay his kind gesture.

I got the ingredients with the help of the cleaning lady and I made the coffee in the exact same way I make it for him at the coffee shop.