Edward arrived early the next day, and he did not come alone.
Three uniformed maids followed him.
One brought in a big food container. Another rolled in a rack of black three-piece suits of varying designs. Then the third wheeled in a shoe rack with a range of exclusive brands. Versace, Louboutin and Prada were competing against each other on the racks.
Golden cufflinks and belts were carefully arranged separately too.
“How are you feeling this morning, Mister Cross?” Edward asked anxiously as soon as he entered.
The fragrant smell from the food the maids were setting out teased Adrian's nose as he straightened in bed.
“I am fine, Edward. What is all this?” he asked with a wave at the luxury now taking up about half of his exclusive hospital room.
“A little something to get you read
