In the afternoon, Amelia received his call, during which he was all clingy and took quite a while to get to the point, which was essentially asking her to come home early tonight because he had something to show her.
But now neither he nor the thing was to be seen.
Amelia felt that this man was being too childish now, not at all like the president of the corporation he was supposed to be.
Putting down the glass of water, she opened the lid of the pot to see the thick, sticky lean pork congee inside, served out two bowls onto the dining table to cool, laid out the cutlery, and took out two dishes from the refrigerator.
After everything was ready, she went upstairs to call that little miser down to dinner.
Next to the stairwell was his study, with the light on inside, she thought he was working. But when she pushed open the door and checked, she found no one there.
So she walked towards the bedroom. The light was on there, too, but still no one was there.
