Chapter 361 Mr. Jonah's Generosity
With Willow sitting in his arms, the air was filled with the scent of the shower gel she had just used after bathing. Mitchell had no intention of working. He shut down the computer, carried Willow to the bed, placed her down, and then hoarsely said, "Be good and get some sleep. I'll go take a shower."
It took a moment for Willow to realize their intimate position. She blushed and nodded before hiding under the covers.
After showering, Mitchell emerged from the bathroom with his hair half-dry, hanging loose, softening his usually strict and stern appearance of the daytime.
Thinking Willow had already fallen asleep, he put on a robe and walked out.
Willow, who had been lying in bed without sleeping, watched as Mitchell dried his hair with a towel, adjusted the air conditioner, and then returned to the bathroom. Soon, the sound of a hairdryer could be heard.
For some reason, she felt a bit nervous.
When Mitchell came out again, he was in his pajamas and had dried his hair. He approached the bed and lifted his side of the covers. Turning to see Willow, with his bedside lamp casting light upon her, he noticed her tightly shut eyes, quivering eyelashes, her hands gripping the covers, and her toes curled up outside the blanket—an unspeakably cute sight.
'Is she still awake?' he thought.
Without a word, Mitchell pulled the covers over her to keep her warm and then gently lay down beside her.
Feeling the bed sink beside her, Willow finally relaxed her tense body. She moved her legs, brushing Mitchell's inadvertently.
In a low, hoarse voice, Mitchell whispered in her ear, "Don't move, Willow."
"Oh, I didn't mean to," Willow mumbled, trying to retract her leg instinctively, but with too much force, she accidentally struck somewhere she shouldn't have!
Even through his pajama pants, she could feel the heat.
She froze, and the room suddenly fell into a strange silence.
Willow subconsciously licked her lips, suddenly feeling dry in the mouth and throat.
"Ah, Mitchell…"
Suddenly, Mitchell rolled over, pinning Willow beneath him, his eyes deep, filled with a blazing fire.
Willow trembled nervously all over, far more aware than before when they had been drinking. Now, every sense seemed magnified.
"I really didn't mean to," Willow explained in a trembling voice.
Mitchell leaned in to kiss her, gently and lingeringly, as if he was kissing a rare treasure. Willow's whole body jolted as if shocked with electricity, tingling from head to toe.
It wasn't their first kiss, but Willow still responded awkwardly, only tentatively moving her tongue, but Mitchell's kiss grew more intense, almost taking away all her breath.
Feeling dizzy, Willow closed her eyes. Mitchell moved his lips to her ear, his low, husky voice against her ear. "Willow…"
Willow suddenly opened her eyes, meeting Mitchell's deep gaze, like a whirlpool pulling her in.
Watching Willow tremble heavily beneath him, Mitchell sighed softly, his voice hoarse. "Go to sleep." Then he got up from the bed.
Willow was indeed a bit scared, her body still trembling. The intense kiss from Mitchell felt like a storm, almost overwhelming her. Watching Mitchell leave the bed, Willow quickly grabbed the covers and sat up. "Mitchell, where are you going?"
She didn't want to tremble like this, but she felt uncontrollably nervous.
Mitchell replied in a hoarse voice, "Taking a shower." Then he headed towards the bathroom.
Willow was momentarily stunned. 'Didn't Mitchell just come out from showering? And now he was going to shower again?' she wondered. It wasn't until she heard the clear and continuous sound of water from the bathroom that she realized.
Blushing, she hid under the covers, thinking, 'Would Mitchell feel uncomfortable like this? Maybe next time, before going to sleep, a little drink would keep me from shaking with nerves.'
The next morning, when Willow arrived at the company, there was no expected crowd gathering. Everyone was working normally. When she reached the fifteenth floor, familiar colleagues came over teasing her for hiding her relationship so well that nobody had noticed.
Willow just smiled, and after a few colleagues congratulated her, they dispersed.
Elizabeth came over to find her, proudly boasting about the benefits she had received last night. "Willow, last night Mr. Jonah gave out a lot of benefits to prevent gossip. How many did you manage to grab?"
Willow blankly took out her phone. "What benefits?"
"No way! You didn't know Mr. Jonah was giving out benefits in the group chat? Let me tell you, I grabbed less than a thousand. How come you didn't know? Didn't Mr. Jonah inform you in advance that he was giving out benefits?" Elizabeth widened her eyes, feeling sorry for Willow as if she had missed out on a lot.
"I had no idea." She didn't know that Mitchell was giving out benefits, let alone so many! So, everyone was acting so normal today because of the benefits, the so-called softening people up! Willow took out her phone, opened the group chat, and scrolled up for a long time before reaching the first unread message, filled with benefits and a message from Mitchell. [Hope everyone works well tomorrow.]
Everyone immediately responded in unison in the group chat. [Thank you, Mr. Jonah. We will work well tomorrow, no gossiping, no crowding around.]
Each group chat was filled with dozens of big benefits. No wonder Elizabeth said she had bad luck, only grabbing less than a thousand. Judging by the timing of the benefits, Mitchell must have sent them while working, and she hadn't even looked at her phone, missing out on all of them.
Originally worried about office gossip affecting her work in the future, Willow didn't expect Mitchell to solve it directly with money. If she had known this earlier, she wouldn't have sneaked around for so long. The only annoying thing was that Mitchell didn't inform her in advance about the benefits.
Just as Willow sat down, the manager walked over, smiling kindly. "Willow, Mr. Jonah won't be coming down randomly anymore, right? If you're free, go upstairs more often. Everyone understands. There's always a bit of sweetness in love, right?"
Everyone nodded along, teasing Willow, whose face turned red.
So that was why Mitchell had always come down to the fifteenth floor before, and now everyone understood.
Handing her a folder, the manager said, "Take this document up to Mr. Jonah. Work isn't busy today, so you can go down later at noon."
Taking the folder, Willow blushed and ran upstairs.
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