Chapter 223 Eight-Pack Abs
Riley stood on the side, observing the natural interaction between Mitchell and Willow. He even helped her unscrew the milk bottle cap before handing it to her. There were always a few bottles of milk for her in his office refrigerator. They had developed such an understanding that he knew how many times to unscrew the cap for her. Even though the three of them were in the same room, she couldn't seem to fit in.
Riley forced a bitter smile. He didn't even politely ask her if she wanted to drink; he only gave Willow a bottle. She looked at Mitchell, who probably didn't realize how much he had spoiled Willow.
As soon as Mitchell scolded Willow, she shrank down like a turtle, burying her head low and silently taking the fresh milk from his hand, trying her best to minimize her presence.
Mitchell saw Riley still in the office and handed the milk to Willow before turning his head to ask, "Do you have anything else to do?" Riley forced a smile, trying to maintain decorum and composure. She looked at Mitchell, whose hair was slightly messy due to sweat, a departure from his usual meticulous appearance. This seemed to be the real him. The polite yet distant gentlemanly behavior made Riley feel like she had never seen the true Mitchell before.
"It's almost noon. Would you like to go out for lunch together?" Riley invited.
Mitchell unbuttoned his suit jacket and decisively refused, "I don't have time today. Maybe another time."
"Okay, let's contact each other. I'll leave now," Mitchell said. Having said this, Riley didn't feel comfortable staying any longer. She looked deeply at Willow, sitting on the couch, drinking fresh milk with her head down, before turning and leaving.
She knew that Mitchell didn't have feelings for her. Their initial conversations were to appease their respective parents' pressure for marriage. She was not oblivious to Mitchell's special treatment of her as a "younger sister." A woman's intuition is always accurate when it comes to rivals. However, she now had some regrets. If they hadn't faked their relationship in the first place, would the outcome have been different?
This man was so outstanding that she was moved.
After Riley left, Mitchell immediately took off his coat in the office and unbuttoned his shirt. Willow unintentionally looked up and was surprised by the provocative scene. Mitchell was wearing only a white shirt, with all the buttons undone, exposing his tanned eight-pack abs. Willow was completely mesmerized.
"Mitchell, why did you take your clothes off?" Willow regained her composure and covered her eyes with her hands in shock.
Mitchell was puzzled by her scream and calmly walked toward the rest area inside the office, saying, "I'm going to shower. How can I shower without taking off my clothes?"
After Mitchell entered the rest area, Willow put her hands down. Her face turned red, her mind filled with images of Mitchell's eight-pack abs. "I never knew Mitchell had such a good figure," she muttered quietly. She immediately shook her head, slapped her face, and scolded herself. How could she think like that? She quickly took a sip of milk.
Mitchell's clothes were soaked with sweat, but luckily, the rest of the office had spare clothes to change into. He had been staying in the office during busy periods.
After taking a shower and changing into clean clothes, Mitchell came out and saw Willow still sitting on the couch, holding a milk bottle as if she had just relaxed. Willow saw him coming out with wet hair and couldn't help blushing, even though she was already dressed neatly. Mitchell looked at her flushed face and said, "Is it hot? Should I lower the air conditioning?" He then walked toward the air conditioning switch.
Willow looked at his still-damp hair and hurriedly stopped him, "It's not hot, really." Mitchell stopped and turned to stare at her, silent for a moment before asking surprisingly, "Then why is your face so red?"
Willow was dumbfounded for a minute, then blushed even more, stammering, "It seems a bit hot."
Mitchell glanced at her, turned around, and adjusted the air conditioning temperature.
After the morning meeting was over, Mitchell didn't go back upstairs. He returned to his desk to review the afternoon meeting materials. Since there would be another meeting in the afternoon, he had the Secretary order lunch to be delivered.
Willow, with a red face, just wanted to escape. Holding the milk bottle in her hands, she suddenly stood up and startled Mitchell.
"Mitchell, I'm going downstairs to eat." She said as she ran out with the bottle in her arms.
By the time Mitchell reacted, she had already run to the door and was about to open it when a knock sounded. Mitchell's deep voice said, "Come in."
Willow stepped aside and saw Mitchell's Secretary pushing the door open, holding two bags in his hands. It should be the lunch Mitchell ordered. Bronte was a young man who had graduated over a year ago and had strong work abilities. He joined JK Group right after graduation because he had been exposed to Mitchell's department and people. He was quite familiar with them.
Bronte entered the room and couldn't help but shiver and mutter, "Why is it so cold?" He then walked forward with the bags and said, "President Jonah, your lunch reservation is here. I'll put it on the table for you."
Mitchell put down the documents in his hand and nodded.
As Bronte turned around, he noticed that Willow was also in the office and greeted her with a smile. "Willow."
Willow nodded awkwardly. Bronte put down the lunch and quickly left.
After the Secretary left, Willow silently walked to the air conditioning switch by the door and turned it up.
Mitchell stood up from his office chair and stopped Willow, who was ready to escape again. "Let's eat together. I can't finish all this food by myself."
Willow had originally planned to say that she had already made plans to go out to eat with her colleagues. "I..." she started to say, but then she looked up and met Mitchell's gaze. "I'll just put some paper under the table," she said. She found a few pieces of scrap paper and placed them on the table, only to realize after opening the bag that there were already takeout placemats prepared.
Willow arranged the food on the table and took out her phone to send a Facebook message to Harrison: [I can't go out to eat with you during lunch. There's something I have to take care of upstairs.]
Harrison replied: [Poor Willow.]
Feeling guilty, Willow set her phone aside and smiled as she took the fork Mitchell offered her.
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