Chapter 261 A Carefully Protected Person Ruined in the End
The two sat across from each other at the dining table, a quiet companionship enveloping them. Mitchell, too, had barely eaten that day, having left the office at noon to shop for groceries and spend the afternoon preparing the meal. As they shared the homemade chicken soup, a comfortable silence settled between them. Willow was focused on her soup, and Mitchell watched her with a soft sigh, a mixture of concern and affection in his eyes.
He ladled out a serving of the tender pork ribs and placed the bowl in front of her, then handed her a clean spoon. "Try some of the herb omelet as well," he suggested gently, "it's not good to have just soup."
"Okay," Willow agreed, spooning a generous portion of the fluffy, herb-infused omelet onto her plate. The omelet was aromatic and inviting and lightly seasoned with a dash of soy sauce and a sprinkle of sesame seeds. Mitchell ate with an efficiency born of habit, finishing well before Willow. He remained seated, his gaze lingering on her, silent support as she continued to eat.
Feeling the weight of his attention, Willow paused, a bit self-conscious. "Mitchell, if you've got things to do, don't let me keep you. I can clean up here," she offered, ready to take on the task of washing the dishes.
Mitchell leaned back lazily in his chair, a faint smile appearing at the corner of his mouth. "What's this? Have you used me up, and now you're ready to send me away right after I cooked for you?"
"I didn't mean that. I'm just worried about taking up your time," Willow explained softly.
Mitchell was about to say something when the sound of knocking on the door interrupted them. Willow paused for a moment, then realized, "It must be Daniel. She said she finished work and would come to see me."
Mitchell stood up and said, "Take your time to eat. I'll go open the door." He then walked toward the door.
After opening the door, both of them were momentarily stunned when they saw the person outside.
Willow hadn't heard any sound for a while, so she shouted, "Mitchell, Is it Daniel? Why aren't you coming in?"
Then footsteps were heard, and Mitchell's muffled voice came from behind, "No, it's not."
Willow turned back in confusion and saw Jimmy standing behind Mitchell. There was a question mark in Willow's mind - how did he come here?
Mitchell, with a grim face, went to the living room and opened his computer, apparently busy with work again. Jimmy, acting like he had nothing to do, casually went to the dining room and greeted Willow, "Sis, are you already eating? I brought some food for you."
Willow didn't know why, but she felt a bit guilty and embarrassed, as if she had been caught doing something she shouldn't have. She watched as Jimmy took out the roast duck and spicy shrimp he brought and placed them on the dining table, muttering, "Sis, don't you dislike bland food? Stop eating these dishes. They seem tasteless. How can you eat them? Come, I brought the spicy shrimp for you to try. Smell it, isn't it fragrant? Let me tell you, the taste of this place is top-notch. I guarantee you'll want to eat it again after you eat it once."
Willow glanced at Mitchell discreetly, only to see his back as if he had been dealing with things on the computer all along. She listened to Jimmy's chatter, and the key point was that the dishes Mitchell cooked were actually very delicious. As Jimmy had mentioned, they were flavorful and fragrant, except for the lack of chili. It wasn't at all tasteless like Jimmy claimed. Willow was about to say something, but before she could speak, she heard Mitchell's cold voice coming from the living room, "She's got a cold, so she's not suitable for eating your spicy and greasy takeout." It was obvious that Mitchell was talking to Jimmy.
Jimmy had just opened the lid of the shrimp container when he suddenly stopped. "Sis, you have a cold? Is it because you caught a cold on the mountaintop that night?"
Now, Willow wanted to go back to her room and sleep. What kind of battlefield was this that she had encountered? Now Mitchell would know why she caught a cold. With a determined expression, she nodded, "Yes, I'm much better now, just a bit of a cough left."
Jimmy muttered as if talking to himself, "Why am I fine? I remember you were very strong when you were a child."
Willow was speechless and couldn't help but retort, "You're not strong at all. You're skinny like a bamboo pole; that's why someone has beaten you up."
Jimmy, still cheerful and not angry, replied, "What I mean is that your physique lacks exercise. Look at me. I have no problems at all. Next time, I'll drag you out for a run."
"Let it go. I'm not interested in sports, so you should forget about it," Willow refused while sipping her soup. She was quite lazy and would avoid physical activity whenever possible. Running, in particular, was what she disliked the most.
Jimmy went into the kitchen to get the utensils. "Running can improve lung capacity, boost immunity, and enhance skin condition while improving sleep quality," he explained.
After finishing the last sip of her soup and placing the bowl down, Willow couldn't help but interrupt his rambling. "You're so young and yet so knowledgeable."
Jimmy proudly lifted his chin and said, "That's for sure."
Before Willow could say anything more, they were startled by a voice coming from the living room.
Mitchell didn't even glance at them; he just picked up his phone from the table and calmly said, "Sorry, it slipped out of my hand."
Willow suddenly felt a heavy atmosphere in the room. Mitchell seemed to be in a bad mood. She looked at the carefree Jimmy, who seemed completely oblivious.
Jimmy looked at the two large boxes of shrimp and a box of roast duck on the table, jokingly saying to Willow, "Well, you won't get to enjoy these shrimp and roast duck. You can't let them go to waste. I'll reluctantly finish them for you." Then, he loudly shouted to Mitchell, "President Jonah, want some shrimp?"
Mitchell replied without turning his head, "No, thank you."
"In that case, I won't hold back," Jimmy said with disposable gloves on, starting to peel the shrimp. While eating, he couldn't help but praise, "Sis, when you get better from your cold, you really should try their shrimp. It's amazing."
Willow was speechless, wondering if it really was that delicious.
Mitchell had been sitting in front of his computer for half an hour now, but the document he opened was still on the first line, with the first word. He listened to the back-and-forth banter between the two at the dining table, which seemed like flirting between lovers. He clenched his fists tightly, maintaining his composure. He finally understood why Willow caught a cold; it wasn't because of Daniel's "careless exposure to the cold," but because she saw it by going to the mountaintop on a chilly night with someone else.
Mitchell now had a big question in his mind and couldn't wait to find out. So, are Willow and Jimmy dating now? Why does he not know anything about it, nor has he heard anything from Daniel? That feeling was as if the person he had put so much effort into caring for had finally been destroyed. Mitchell felt angry and upset, suppressing himself all evening.
However, he forgot that he also pretended to be with Laura. Despite claiming it was to appease his parents, only he and Laura knew the truth. Who else knew that it was all a charade?
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