Chapter 260 Mitchell Visits
The next day, Daniel woke up with dark circles under her eyes. She had thought all night about how she had to go home every day recently, and she had to make her brother come home too. This way, not only would her mother be happy, but she would also have a chance to go through her brother's wallet. The family sat at the dining table, having breakfast. Mother Jonah had learned from Laura that things were going well between Son and her, and if things went smoothly, she might be drinking tea from the cup Laura offered this year. So Mother Jonah had been in a good mood lately.
Daniel looked at his mother, who was smiling like a flower next to him, his father, who had been taking care of his mother's breakfast, and his expressionless older brother, who was sitting across from him. "Mom, Dad, I plan to come home and stay for a while. I've been too busy to cook for myself."
Mother Jonah hurriedly said as soon as she heard this, "I told you all to come home for meals. It's not far away anyway. You can come back home for hot dishes. You two are too busy outside to eat properly, and your stomachs must be hungry."
Daniel nodded and said, "Okay, brother, you should come home and eat too. You're even busier and have no time to cook."
Mitchell put down his utensils, raised an eyebrow, and looked at Daniel. After a moment of silence, he said, "You've been free lately?"
"No." Daniel didn't know why, but it seemed like his brother saw through him. Could he really look guilty? Daniel lowered his head and quickly ate his breakfast. Mother Jonah scolded him from the side, "Why are you saying that, Daniel? Did I do something wrong by asking you to come home and have a proper meal? Anyway, starting from today, both of you will come home for dinner."
Mitchell sighed softly and said, "Mom, I really don't have the time to come home every day." Mitchell's apartment was at least half an hour's drive away from the JK Group. He was so busy that he didn't even have the energy to go back to his apartment late at night, let alone come back just for a meal.
Before Mother Jonah could say anything else, Father Jonah stepped in and said, "Forget it. The kids are busy, and driving back and forth is tiring. Let them be. Son, when you're not working overtime, you should come home and spend time with your parents."
"Okay, Dad." Mitchell nodded. "I'm going to the company now." After speaking, he got up, grabbed his coat and car keys, and left.
After Mitchell left, Mother Jonah glared at Father Jonah unhappily and said, "You let him off too easily. I want them to come home and have a proper meal. The food outside can't compare to the deliciousness of home. He even has to go to the office on weekends. Being so busy every day, how can he have time to get married and have children?"
"You know Son's personality. Just watch; he'll definitely come home more often recently. Didn't you say that his relationship with Laura has been going well lately?" Father Jonah confidently replied. He understood his son well.
Anyway, Daniel had achieved his goal. He quickly finished his breakfast and prepared to leave. When it comes to getting married and having children, the fire will probably be directed at her later. "Mom, Dad, I'm also going to work. I have to go to the set today, and I'm running late." Then, she grabbed her bag and car keys and rushed out of the house.
As long as her brother comes home, she'll have a chance.
Willow had been sleeping at home for almost two days due to a cold. She was too weak to do anything, so she didn't bother cooking and had no appetite, resulting in hardly eating anything. The cold medicine made her extremely tired, and she had just taken a nap after eating a piece of store-bought bread for lunch. However, she was abruptly woken up by a knocking on the door. Thinking it was Daniel coming to see her, she murmured, "Daniel, why are you finishing work so early today?" She then, wearing cartoon-printed cotton pajamas and messy hair, squinted her eyes and went to open the door.
"Daniel, why did you finish work so early today?" Willow opened the door, leaning against it with her eyes half-closed, without even looking up at the person standing outside. After waiting for a while with no response from Daniel, she finally looked up and immediately straightened her body, completely awake.
"Mitchell, why are you here?" Mitchell was still wearing the suit he had gone out in the morning, carrying several plastic bags in his hand, apparently some groceries he had bought. It seemed out of place with his handmade custom-fitted suit.
"You're not going to let me in?" Mitchell asked. Willow quickly moved aside to let Mitchell in. She watched as he put the groceries in the kitchen, took off his coat, unbuttoned his cuffs, and rolled up his sleeves as if he were preparing to cook.
After closing the door, Willow silently followed behind him, leaning against the kitchen door. Suddenly, her throat became a little itchy, and she coughed a few times. Mitchell turned to look at her, standing there in her pajamas, still coughing, and frowned, "Aren't you sick? Why didn't you put on another layer of clothes and eat properly? Go back to bed. I'll make you some soup and call you when it's ready."
Only then did Willow notice that she had rushed out to open the door wearing her pajamas. She thought it was Daniel, so she didn't change her clothes or put on a coat. Although her pajamas were loose-fitting and made of cotton, she wasn't wearing a bra!
Her face instantly turned red, and she lowered her head with a hunched back. "I...I'll go back to my room first." Then, she hurriedly ran back to her room and wrapped herself in the blanket. She covered her mouth, suppressing the urge to scream, and listened to the bustling noises outside, feeling relieved. Gradually, she fell asleep again. She slept for another two to three hours, and when she woke up, smelling the aroma of food, Willow quickly got up. She could still hear some voices outside, indicating that Mitchell hadn't left yet. Willow changed into a new set of clothes and freshened up before opening the door and stepping out.
Mitchell was at the dining table, focused on his laptop when the sound of the door signaled Willow's arrival. He looked up to see her, a welcome sight, her usual worries seemingly at bay. With a friendly wave, Mitchell invited her over. "Take a seat. I'll fix you something comforting," he said, tidying up his workspace with swift efficiency.
The table cleared, Mitchell prepared a steaming mug of honey lemon tea and offered it to Willow. "Here, this should help your throat. I didn't want to disturb your rest earlier. Are you hungry now?" His voice was soft, his care evident, reinforcing the deep connection Willow felt so challenging to distance herself from.
Willow accepted the mug with a grateful nod. "Thanks, Mitchell." She sipped the tea, its warmth immediately soothing. Mitchell had also thoughtfully prepared a simple yet nourishing meal: a light chicken broth, a fluffy omelet with herbs, and Willow's favored dish, sautéed clams with a hint of garlic and fresh parsley, followed by tender pork ribs slow-cooked with potatoes and carrots.
The meal was both hearty and comforting, making up for the days Willow had neglected her nutrition. Mitchell's thoughtfulness made the evening feel like a small celebration of their enduring friendship.