Chapter 304 Do you remember what I said
Mitchell woke up in the evening feeling sweaty all over, but he felt much better after waking up, although his throat was still uncomfortable. He touched his head and found that he was no longer feverish, so it should have subsided. This should be one of the few embarrassing things in his life. He caught a cold and fever from taking a cold shower, and it was because of...
He lifted the blanket, preparing to take a shower first because he felt uncomfortable all over. As soon as he got out of bed, he saw the culprit—Willow's small figure curled up on the sofa, sleeping. He thought she might have gone out on her own. Had she been staying in the room all along?
Mitchell walked over to the sofa, picked her up, and gently carried the sleeping person to the bed, covering her with a thin blanket. Looking at her sleeping face, his gaze was gentle and affectionate. He quickly went back to his room, took a shower, changed into clean clothes, and returned to Willow's room. Willow was still sleeping peacefully with her eyes closed. Now, it was Mitchell's turn to watch over her.
He directly ordered room service for dinner to deliver the meal to the room. When the bell rang, Willow slowly woke up, opening her eyes. Seeing herself lying on the bed, she was puzzled as to how she got there. She clearly remembered falling asleep on the sofa. Startled, she exclaimed, "Mitchell," and then sat up suddenly.
Seeing Mitchell leading the waiter pushing the food cart into the room, Willow was stunned for a moment, then lay back down stiffly. The waiter set down the food and left. Mitchell arranged the tableware before speaking, "Willow, it's time to eat." Willow stuck out her tongue, sat up again, and asked, "Mitchell, how's your cold?"
Mitchell's voice was still hoarse, sounding unexpectedly deep and sexy, "The fever's gone." After saying that, he seemed to remember something, a blush creeping up his cheeks. During the meal, both of them seemed preoccupied, silently eating. Mitchell didn't eat much, probably due to his cold affecting his appetite. He only ate a small bowl before setting down his chopsticks and staring at Willow. Feeling guilty from the previous night, Willow was even more nervous now. She wondered if Mitchell was going to hold her accountable for what happened.
She quickly finished the food in her bowl and said, "I'm full, Mitchell."
Mitchell continued to gaze at her, then suddenly mentioned, "Willow, about last night..."
Before he could finish his sentence, Willow stood up from her chair, exaggeratedly bending ninety degrees, and began to apologize sincerely, "Mitchell, I'm sorry."
Mitchell was somewhat stunned by her actions, with her face directly facing him, "Why are you apologizing?"
Willow straightened up, still looking down, her gaze falling on the carpet, "I... I shouldn't have...," she hesitated for a while without completing a sentence. Mitchell sat in his chair, curiously watching her, a faint smile playing on his lips.
Willow stuttered for a while, and since Mitchell seemed to be waiting for her to explain, she finally mustered the courage to talk about what happened last night, "I shouldn't have kissed you just because I was drunk." After saying that, she looked as if she was awaiting judgment.
Listening to her words, Mitchell pretended to ponder for a moment and continued, "So... do you remember what happened last night?"
This time, it was Willow's turn to be stunned. What did Mitchell mean by this? Was he really going to hold her accountable for what happened last night? "I remember some... some of it," she did remember some of it, although the impression was somewhat blurry when she pounced on him. She remembered the feeling of kissing him quite clearly. This time, she didn't waste her courage in vain; Mitchell's lips were quite pleasant to kiss.
Thinking back made her blush uncontrollably, her cheeks flushed. Unable to bear it, Mitchell coughed lightly and averted his eyes, trying to conceal his embarrassment. "Besides remembering kissing me, do you recall anything else?" Mitchell inquired.
Willow raised her head this time, looking at Mitchell with wide eyes, appearing innocent, "Mitchell, I only remember kissing you, nothing else," she hurriedly defended herself.
Mitchell remembered the outfit she wore yesterday, and his ears quickly turned red. Sensing a familiar heat rising in his body, he took a deep breath, trying to distract himself by recalling the meeting from yesterday, filling his mind with data and plans to avoid thinking about his cold. "Did you hear what I said?" Mitchell asked.
"What did you say?" Willow asked foolishly, unable to understand why he seemed to be warning her, "No more drinking in the future?" she guessed, noticing a hint of disappointment on Mitchell's face. She was puzzled as to why he seemed unhappy. What had she done yesterday that made him upset? It couldn't be because she had pounced on him. Willow shook her head as she thought, still wearing the outfit from the morning. Although the buttons were undone, she didn't feel anything unusual.
Moreover, there was nothing between her and Mitchell!
Mitchell watched her expressions change, sometimes nodding and sometimes shaking her head, unsure if she genuinely hadn't heard or was pretending not to. If she was pretending not to hear, it was a polite way of rejecting him, right? So, was the outfit she wore yesterday meant for someone else? Damn it, as he thought about it, a sudden pang of jealousy struck him, almost engulfing him. Who was it? Who made her dress up to please them?
He suddenly felt frustrated, not sure if he was angry at himself or at her. Standing up from his seat, he wanted to leave. Willow stared at Mitchell, who had suddenly changed his expression, wondering if he really disliked her so much because of her kiss, making her feel a bit down. She said, "Mitchell, if your cold isn't serious, let's go back tomorrow."
Mitchell paused, then replied in a calm voice, "All right, let's go back." With that, he left Willow's room.
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