Chapter 157 Three's Company

Mitchell glanced in the rearview mirror at the person sitting in the back seat, who was staring blankly and looking a bit pale. He was concerned that she hadn't quite recovered from the events of the previous night.

Willow, who had been lost in thought in the back seat, suddenly realized that Mitchell's car was still parked and hadn't moved. She couldn't help but ask, "Mitchell, why aren't we going?"

Mitchell sighed softly, glad that the girl was finally paying attention. He gently suggested, "Come sit up front."

Willow was taken aback and hesitated for a moment before saying, "That's alright, Mitchell, it's no bother. I'm fine anywhere."

Mitchell looked stern and remained silent, not starting the car, clearly intending to wait her out.

Eventually, Willow, feeling she had no choice, opened the door and moved to the passenger seat.

As soon as she fastened her seatbelt, Mitchell said, "Let's get some food first. If there really is something urgent at the office, we can deal with it afterward."

Willow didn't really want to be alone with him. "Let's just head to the office, Mitchell. Do you have things to take care of, too? Didn't you say something about an emergency at the office?"

"Even with urgent matters, we still have to eat. What could be so urgent at your office that you can't spare time for a meal?" Mitchell said seriously, reaching for his phone to call Luca, her colleague, to ask about the situation.

Willow panicked and lunged to grab the phone. "There's no need to call Luca; it was my work that I didn't finish."

After saying that, Willow hung her head more guiltily, unable to meet Mitchell's eyes. She knew the cost of lying; one lie leads to countless others supporting the first. She regretted not staying to eat... if only she had known they both had things to do, she wouldn't be in this mess.

"So, it's not that urgent then," Mitchell concluded, looking at the top of Willow's head with a faint smile curling at his lips.

Hearing this, Willow looked up hastily and blurted out, "Let's eat first, it's not urgent, and it's lunchtime anyway." She then pretended to be calm and fixed her gaze forward, "Let's go, Mitchell. Time for lunch."
Mitchell openly curled up the corners of his mouth, glancing at Willow before finally starting the car and driving away.

Willow sat in the passenger seat, prim and proper, and it took her a while to realize she was still clutching Jonah's cell phone in her hand. She quickly and discreetly placed it back in the car.

While driving, Mitchell caught sight of her little move from the corner of his eye and couldn't help but smirk.

"What do you feel like for lunch?" Mitchell asked.

"Um, how about Japanese ramen?" Willow finally perked up when food was mentioned.

"Sure, where's the place?" Mitchell had no objections; after all, his primary concern was to make sure Willow didn't go to work on an empty stomach.

"It's near the office. I know the way." Willow said excitedly, properly seated now. She began to direct Mitchell on how to get there.

They arrived at the ramen shop quickly. Mitchell parked, and they walked in together.

The shop was small, but the owner was Japanese, so the flavors were authentic, and the business was thriving.

Willow had been there before and led Mitchell inside like a regular, snagging seat at the counter. The ramen joint featured Japanese decor and authentic slogans in Japanese, which, along with the view of the chef's live preparation, created the atmosphere of a street-side noodle shop in Japan.

The boss, speaking somewhat rusty English, politely asked what they'd like to eat after they took their seats. Willow ordered soup, and Mitchell followed suit.

The first sip was blissful; it truly tasted amazing.

The pair enjoyed their meal thoroughly; Willow even finished her soup.

Stepping out of the ramen shop, Willow uncomfortably patted her belly, "Jonah, I ate too much. I'll walk back; it'll be a good stroll. You can take the car."

To her surprise, Mitchell said, "I'm pretty full, too; let's walk together."

Willow was stunned. "What about your car?"

Mitchell replied calmly, "I'll leave it here for now. Have someone come pick it up later."

"Aren't you in a rush to get back and handle things?" Willow asked, puzzled.

"Why would I rush if you aren't?" Mitchell declared with an air of obviousness.

"Oh." That made sense; after all, the staff was there to handle the day-to-day, not the big boss himself.

And with that, the two strolled towards the JK Building, a journey of about twenty minutes on foot.

Along the way, a kid with an ice cream approached. Willow kept her eyes fixated on the treat, feeling a bit thirsty and really craving some ice cream herself.
Mitchell didn't miss the small glint in Willow's eyes that all but shouted her craving for ice cream. "Want some?" he teased.

Willow quickly waved her hands and shook her head. "No, no. I'm really full; don't I feel like having any."

Mitchell saw through her polite refusal but decided not to call her out on it. They continued walking until they came upon an ice cream vendor by the roadside. Seeing this, Mitchell quipped, "Well, if you're not having any, I guess I'll just treat myself."

With that, he went to buy some ice cream.

Willow sighed, wishing to say something, but Mitchell gave her no chance. As she watched him stand at the store's entrance, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of annoyance—what nerve, to eat in front of her without offering to buy her one too!

Mitchell returned with an ice cream in his hand and unwrapped it in front of Willow. Holding her gaze, he deliberately took his time peeling off the wrapper and then, after what seemed like an eternity, blurted out, "Suddenly, I don't feel like eating it. Here, you have it."

He then handed the ice cream to Willow with a mischievously pleased smile.

Willow, feeling awkward, accepted it and said, "Well, since you're not going to eat it, I guess I can help you out."

Her face blushed fiercely as she spoke, the redness spreading to the back of her ears. Then, with large strides and indulging in the ice cream, she walked ahead.

Mitchell followed, his face lit up with a big, beaming smile that lasted the whole day and kept his spirits high.

Upon arriving at the office, Willow got off on the 15th floor while Mitchell headed to his workspace. She truly had some work to sort out—tasks that she could have postponed until Monday but decided to tackle since she was already there.

After busying herself for a couple of hours and nearly finishing up, Willow saved her files and then remembered to check her phone. Rummaging through her purse, she found it, likely returned by Jonah and the guys after sorting out some trouble the night before.

Turning on her phone revealed numerous unanswered messages.

Declan had sent her several Facebook messages and had called twice.
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