Chapter 314 The First Overnight Stay
Mitchell originally planned to take Willow back first. When they arrived at the apartment door, they couldn't find the key after searching for a while. Willow was dizzy and confused. Mitchell asked her, and she just wrinkled her brows and said, "It's in my bag, I clearly put it in when I left in the morning, isn't it?" Mitchell didn't know where this little confused girl had put it, but they couldn't find it. Ultimately, he could only take her back to his apartment.
After an exciting night, Willow was quiet now, obediently leaning on Mitchell's chest. Mitchell princess-carried her upstairs, put her on the big bed in the room, and then went to the bathroom to prepare a towel to wipe her face.
When he came out of the bathroom with a dry towel, the little girl was struggling with the buttons on her clothes. Watching this scene, Mitchell quickly went over to coax her to lie down. Willow murmured, "This is uncomfortable to wear," pointing to her bra. The snowy white skin on her chest was exposed, shining like a dazzling light, which made Mitchell stunned in place, his eyes darkening involuntarily.
After coaxing Willow to lie down, she continued to complain about discomfort while trying to unbutton her bra. Mitchell was surprised by how quickly she acted. He hesitated for a moment, and her bra was already off... Mitchell quickly pulled the blanket over her, then turned his face away, feeling a surge of heat in his mind. He hurriedly rushed into the bathroom...
When Mitchell came out of the bathroom again, Willow was quiet, sleeping peacefully on Mitchell's bed, occasionally murmuring, "Mitchell" Mitchell walked to the bedside and took another towel to wipe her face. After some thought, he decided to give her one of his t-shirts to wear as pajamas since her dress and bra were torn, hanging halfway on her body. After covering her with his t-shirt and neatly folding her dress, his heart racing, he ended up sweating and had to take another shower.
After coming out of the bathroom, he stood by the bed, staring foolishly at Willow's sleeping face for a long time before silently leaving the room and lying down on the small sofa outside. Initially not feeling sleepy at all, all he could think about was the person sleeping in his bed. To avoid taking another cold shower, he started reminiscing about Willow following her around when she was younger.
He didn't know when he started liking her, nor did he ever think he would fall for such a young girl. Only when he went to pick her and Daniel up from school and saw a boy giving her a love letter did he realize she had grown up. At twelve or thirteen, she had already reached his chest. The girl had matured early, standing elegantly, no longer the shy little sister who used to follow him around. That day, when he saw her reject the boy's love letter, he inexplicably breathed a sigh of relief, realizing he could no longer see her as just a little sister.
As Mitchell thought about it, he unknowingly fell asleep. Perhaps knowing the girl he liked was in the room, and it was Willow's first time staying over at his place. Usually, she would go to Daniel's place, or they would go back to the villa together. Tonight, he felt like the lady of the house had finally arrived, feeling secretly happy and excited. So even though he was just lying on the small sofa outside, his tall figure with half of his long legs stretched outside, he slept soundly.
In the middle of the night, Willow woke up thirsty, still a bit tipsy. Thinking she was at home, she got out of bed and accidentally bumped into the bedside cabinet, exclaiming, "Ah~" in surprise. Mitchell heard the sound and rushed into the room, his voice full of concern, asking, "What's wrong?" Willow had bumped her toe on the bedside cabinet, squatting in front of the bed, holding her foot, staring dumbly at Mitchell, who had rushed in and asked, "Mitchell~ why are you here?" In fact, what she really wanted to say was, "Why are you in my house?" Mitchell's attention was all on her toe, his face full of worry, not noticing Willow's question. He continued to ask, "How are you? Did you hit your foot? Let me see if there's any bruising. We might need to go to the hospital if it's serious." Mitchell stood up, turned on the bedside lamp, and then knelt down to check Willow's toe that she had hit, examining it carefully. After confirming it wasn't serious, he sighed in relief and said, "It's not too bad, just a bit red. I can't see any bruising for now. Let me get some medicine to spray on it." After saying that, he hurriedly left the room.
In the soft light of the bedside lamp, Willow raised her head and realized that this wasn't her home but Mitchell's apartment room. The room's layout and furnishings were completely different, which explained why she had bumped into the cabinet in the dark. Her own room didn't have that cabinet. She was also wearing Mitchell's clothes, feeling the emptiness inside, her bra already removed.
Did Mitchell help her change clothes? How did she end up sleeping in Mitchell's room? Willow's face couldn't help but blush.
Soon, Mitchell came in with the medicine box, walked a few steps to Willow, half-knelt down, and directly grabbed her ankle to spray the medicine. Willow felt awkward, curling her foot, and said, "Mitchell, let me do it myself." Mitchell kept his head down and didn't let go, "Let me do it." He then sprayed the medicine carefully, gently massaged it, and blew on it lightly. "All done. Spray it again in the morning. If it's not serious, a couple of days of spraying should be enough."
"Okay." Willow sat on the floor, one foot held by Mitchell, her face blushing, feeling a bit dizzy, unsure if it was because of the alcohol or Mitchell's attentive care.
Mitchell put away the medicine, placed it in the box on the bedside table, and then asked, "Why did you wake up? You didn't even turn on the bedside lamp."
Willow whispered, "I wanted some water, thought I was at home, so I didn't turn on the light." Then hesitated for a moment and asked, "Mitchell, why am I in your room?"
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