He got out the fruit juice blender and threw in the fruits and soy milk.
Ming-May could have done it for him, but he needed to keep busy to get his mind off Amelia. He didn't like how she kept dominating his mind. After drinking his smoothie, he went to his office, situated on the upper floor, an open concept that allowed him to keep a close eye on Amelia. From where he sat, he got the perfect view of Amelia's bedroom, or the guest bedroom to be precise.
He started work, but found his mind kept wandering back to Amelia. He couldn't understand why he threw her into the guest bedroom. Amelia wasn't a guest. She should be living in a place far less luxurious than this.
