Chapter 331 Mysterious Girlfriend
Willow held the folder, shaking her head nervously, "I'm not really sure either." After speaking, she immediately lowered her head, not daring to look at every one.
"It's really strange. Could it be that Mr. Jonah is really in love?" Amy pondered, stroking her chin. Another colleague hurriedly said, "Definitely, haven't you noticed that Mr. Jonah has been smiling more lately? It used to be so rare to see him smile, but recently, when I went to his office to report work, I saw it several times, staring at his phone and smiling secretly."
"Yes, I've seen it too. Let's just say that our Mr. Jonah doesn't look fierce at all when he smiles." A young girl chimed in, mentioning that Mitchell's smile also had a shy feeling. Amy quickly interrupted her, "Stop, look at all of us bosses. We all have appearances that make everyone swoon, like Mr. Liam from the entertainment section. I feel he looks even better than those celebrities. But when they get angry, each one is more difficult to handle than the next." Amy, as a secretary, had a deep understanding of this position. What's the use of being good-looking when no one can handle them when they get angry and start scolding.
After Amy's remarks, everyone nodded in agreement, "We just don't know who Mr. Jonah is dating. We haven't seen any girls coming to see him. Mr. Jonah hasn't even asked me to order flowers or book a restaurant. He just lets me order takeout for him every day." Amy still couldn't figure it out.
Then everyone's gaze turned to Mitchell's assistant, who was startled and quickly waved her hands, "Don't look at me like that. Mr. Jonah hasn't been on any business trips recently. I haven't followed him."
"It's really a mystery, Mr. Jonah's mysterious girlfriend."
"Yes, I'm so curious."
While everyone was still discussing, Willow took the opportunity to slip away, "I'll go deliver the files first." With that, she quickly ran into Mitchell's office couldn't help but pat her chest, feeling extremely guilty. Gossip was too scary. How could these people be like detectives, she mustn't let everyone know that she was the mysterious girlfriend. Mitchell sat behind his desk. Seeing Willow, he couldn't help but smile. Looking at her, slightly out of breath, he stood up, walked over from behind the desk, and asked with concern, "What's wrong?"
Willow looked at Mitchell's slightly raised corners of his mouth, his eyebrows curved, suddenly remembered what the girl had said earlier. Of course, she also knew that Mitchell looked good when he smiled, even though she knew others probably didn't have any bad intentions. Even if they did, Mitchell wouldn't do anything wrong. But the little girl's awkwardness came out. Even though she knew she was being unreasonable, she still pouted and said with an unhappy look on her face, "Someone said you look good when you smile."
Mitchell looked at her puffed cheeks, couldn't help but smile even more, took Willow's hand and, walked toward the sofa, and asked, "Am I not good-looking when I smile?"
Willow felt even more annoyed, "A girl said you look very good when you smile at her." She deliberately distorted the facts. Anyway, she felt uncomfortable.
"For heaven's sake, that's definitely not true." Mitchell raised his hands in surrender, "Who said that? Let her come and confront me, someone outside? I'll go ask." As he said that, he was about to pick up the phone. Willow hurriedly stopped him, "Wait, Mitchell, it's not like that."
Mitchell stopped in his tracks, still smiling at her, waiting for her explanation. At Mitchell's insistence, Willow told him about the matter that everyone had been discussing. Blushing, she held her fists lightly against his chest, "It's all because of you, always ready to leave work, so everyone started to suspect."
Mitchell innocently protested, "How can this be my fault? I say we just make it public. They'll find out sooner or later. I'll send a notice tomorrow. It seems like everyone can't adapt to days without overtime, so let's keep them here tonight."
"I'll just go home by myself. You don't need to accompany me." Willow said.
"Who said I'm going to work overtime? Let them do their overtime? Why should I stay with them?" Mitchell said confidently, making Willow feel like she had caused trouble for everyone. After hesitating for a moment, she said, "Mitchell, maybe we shouldn't make them work overtime."
Mitchell smiled and pinched her blushing cheek, "Whatever you say, I'll listen to you. Anyway, I'll listen to you." Willow felt even more embarrassed, almost burying her head in the ground.
"Not angry anymore?" Mitchell continued to ask.
"I'm not angry at all." Willow weakly retorted as if she wasn't the one who had just pouted. Mitchell didn't expose her. Instead, he assured her, "I'll only smile at you in the future." Willow said, "I'm not that controlling." But she was actually delighted inside, feeling happy, and then appeared very generous, saying, "It's not that you can't smile. Just smile a little less."
"Okay."
Then he emphasized, "Can't smile at other girls."
"Okay."
No matter what she said or requested, Mitchell just smiled and agreed with an 'Okay.' Even if it was an unreasonable request, he accepted it willingly, finding Willow's slightly jealous side even more adorable, proving that she was important.
This made Willow feel a bit embarrassed, she was already being unreasonable, and Mitchell was indulging her like this, making her even more unsure of herself. She changed her statement, "Then girls should also smile a little less, just a little bit."
Mitchell hugged her pulled her into his arms, "No need to smile less. In the future, be very fierce to them."
"Mitchell, am I being too much?" Willow leaned against Mitchell's chest, muffled, she now realized that her possessiveness toward Mitchell was growing stronger.
"No, I really like it." Mitchell's pleasant voice came from above her head. When Willow heard the word 'like', she reached out her arms and hugged Mitchell back, finally smiling.
Willow delayed for a while upstairs, quickly brought out the files for Mitchell to sign, and finally, after Mitchell asked for a kiss, he let her go downstairs. Elizabeth looked at her blushing face coming down from upstairs and casually asked, "Willow, what's wrong with you? Why is your face so red? Are you okay? Have you caught a cold or fever?"
Willow explained in a fluster, "Maybe I'm a little tired from climbing the stairs." Then she screamed for help in her mind. She would never go upstairs to deliver files again.
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