Arthur’s POV
The door bell rang downstairs, and I sluggishly opened my eyes, staring at the bedroom door. My eyelids were heavy. Keeping them open felt like a chore. I dragged my eyes to the wall clock, and it was almost noon.
I pushed myself up from the bed as the doorbell rang again. When I chose to leave the resort suite to my penthouse, I didn’t think someone was going to make me hate it. Pushing myself off the bed, I walked out of my bedroom.
“Good morning, Mr. Floyd,” Sarah, the housekeeper, greeted with a small bow.
Sarah was over fifty, but she has chosen to continue working despite me giving her an offer of a good severance pay. Fortunately, I could stand her and she respects my rules perfectly. She was only meant to be around once a week, but due to my illness, she has been f
