Chapter 316 Our Home, Willow
Early the following day, Willow woke up just after six o'clock. She saw her dress and underwear neatly folded on the chair, blushing as she changed into Mitchell's oversized t-shirt. She quietly walked out of the room. As soon as she stepped out, she saw Mitchell lying on the small couch, legs dangling outside, covered with a thin blanket, most of which had slipped onto the floor. Luckily, it was summer; otherwise, sleeping on the couch like that would have surely led to a cold.
Willow walked over quietly, picked up the fallen blanket from the floor, tucked it back in, and then headed to the kitchen. Planning to see if there was anything to eat and make breakfast, she was surprised to find nothing in Mitchell's refrigerator except for some drinks and mineral water, just like a newly bought refrigerator, completely empty. Willow couldn't help but be amazed. However, Mitchell probably hadn't been staying here for about half a month. Fortunately, the aunt cleaned regularly, so the apartment was still very clean and tidy.
Since there were no ingredients in the kitchen, Willow decided to go out and buy some. Just as she came out of the kitchen, she saw that Mitchell was already awake, sitting on the couch, looking dazed, with messy hair. Upon hearing Willow's footsteps, he turned his head, grinned, and said, "Willow, you're awake."
The first rays of morning sunlight streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling window, illuminating Mitchell's profile and making his fair face shine like a prince stepping out of a dream. Willow stood at the kitchen door, completely mesmerized, even forgetting what she was about to say.
Mitchell, dressed in dark gray pajamas, removed the blanket and got up to approach Willow. "Are you hungry? There's nothing to eat at home. I'll change and go buy something." Willow snapped back to reality and quickly grabbed his hand, "I'll go buy it. You go wash your face and change clothes." Mitchell nodded with a smile, "All right."
Willow bought some bread and milk from the convenience store downstairs and went back upstairs to the apartment. By the time she returned, Mitchell had changed into a shirt and trousers. His shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing his fair skin and faintly visible veins, giving off a strong impression. After breakfast, Mitchell first took Willow back to the apartment to change clothes. The door key that they couldn't find last night had slipped into a compartment in her bag, which Mitchell hadn't found yesterday. Once Willow changed, they went to the office together.
As before, after parking the car in the garage, Mitchell took the elevator up first while Willow waited for the next one. Mitchell was a bit unhappy, feeling like he was being avoided, wondering when his girlfriend would give him a proper status.
At noon, Elizabeth invited Willow to lunch again. Unable to find an excuse, Willow went along, sent a comforting message to Mitchell on Facebook, and left him behind. While everyone was discussing plans during the afternoon meeting, Mitchell suddenly appeared at the meeting room door. The manager hurriedly greeted him, smiling broadly, almost squinting his eyes, "Mr. Jonah, why did you come in person? Do you need something from me? Let's go to the office together." Then he turned to Willow, "Willow, you lead the discussion on the recent plans with everyone. I'll talk to Mr. Jonah and be back."
Willow wanted to reduce her presence and replied softly, "Okay, manager." She saw Mitchell suddenly appear at the meeting room door and quickly lowered her head, feeling guilty and avoiding eye contact. She wondered why Mitchell was here; she had posted on Facebook at noon that she was going out to lunch with colleagues. Mitchell had replied with a disappointed expression and a message, "Can you not go?" For the sake of her reputation, Willow left him behind and went with Elizabeth.
Since Mitchell had never attended their internal meetings before, his sudden appearance made the entire meeting room fall silent, with only the sound of everyone's breathing audible. The manager gestured for Mitchell to sit, thinking he had come to see him, ready to take him to his office, unaware that Mitchell was there to see his wife.
From the moment Mitchell entered, his eyes never left Willow. He watched her in her professional attire, feeling pleased inside, "My wife looks so beautiful." Ignoring the manager's gestures, he pulled a chair next to Willow and sat down, "Are we having a meeting? I'll join in. Continue."
The project manager was taken aback. Mr. Jonah sat below, and he, a manager, was now sitting in the subordinate's seat, feeling unsure about what to do. Mitchell leaned back lazily in his chair, speaking casually, "Carry on, treat me like a regular employee."
"All right." The manager gathered his courage, sat down, and said, "Let's continue with the previous plan. Feel free to raise any questions for discussion. Since Mr. Jonah is here, he can provide some professional advice. Let's make the most of this opportunity." The manager flattered, then pointed to Willow, "Willow, come on, share your thoughts first."
Willow, suddenly called upon, hesitated for a moment, blushing. Mitchell, sitting beside her, held her hand under the table as soon as he sat down, gently caressing it. She tried to free her hand several times but couldn't. Seeing her flushed face, the manager couldn't help but ask with concern, "Willow, what's wrong? Your face is so red. Are you feeling unwell?" Willow quickly shook her head, "No, maybe it's just a bit warm."
Thinking Willow was nervous, especially with Mr. Jonah sitting next to her, the manager, who was sweating himself, quickly got up to lower the air conditioning by two degrees.
Before Mitchell came in, Willow diligently took notes during the meeting. When she was asked to speak, she shared her thoughts and suggestions professionally based on her notes. Just as she finished speaking, a bottle of mineral water with the cap already twisted open was passed to her from under the table by Mitchell. In a voice only they could hear, he said, "Our Willow did great. Have some water; your throat must be dry after talking for so long."
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