“Drop it on the table and leave,” Arthur's sharp voice came from the bathroom as he instructed the maid who just came into the room with the hot coffee he requested.
The maid dropped it gently on the table, then left, her face twisted in worry.
This is the third time she has already brewed the coffee for him as per order but each time she brings it, he orders her to drop it on the table and leave.
Apparently, he's been in the bathroom for over an hour.
Arthur chuckled softly as the water slipped down from his body slowly, his eyes completely unpredictable.
“Living with you under the same roof is one thing, but getting pregnant for you?”
“That’s level 5 of attempted suicide, I can't,”
Those words from Sheila haunted him, a constant reminder that maybe he was disgusting, wasn't wanted
