Chapter 375 Let's Get Married
Patrick complained indignantly, "Mitchell, you've changed!"
Liam echoed, "Indeed, you have."
Madison gave a thumbs up and commented, "The pastries in Seaspring Valley City are really delicious."
Matthew didn't comment but silently liked the post to indicate his presence.
Daniel bluntly remarked, "Mitchell, you've gone too far."
Despite these comments, Mitchell didn't reply to any of them, leaving them to envy him.
Willow only saw Mitchell's Stories after she finished bathing at night. She didn't notice when he took the photos. She clicked on the silhouette of her cooking in the kitchen, enlarged it, and couldn't help but think it was well taken, very artistic. Willow lay on the bed, her long legs swinging, smiling, and clicked the like button. Then she backed out and continued to browse Facebook.
When Mitchell came out of the shower, all he saw was her fair, long legs swaying in front of him. His eyes darkened, his hand paused while drying his hair, and he unconsciously swallowed. He walked to the other side of the bed, his hoarse voice breaking the silence as he said, "Willow, it's time to sleep."
Willow was engrossed in online gossip news at night, only turning to look at Mitchell after he finished showering. She didn't hear him come out of the shower, wondering why there was no sound. Placing her phone on the bedside table to charge, she pulled back the covers, lay flat, and noticed Mitchell still standing motionless. Willow blinked her big eyes and asked in confusion, "What's wrong? Mitchell. Didn't you say it's time to sleep? Why didn't you turn off the light?"
Mitchell continued to dry his hair slowly and then softly said, "Nothing." With a snap, he turned off the main light switch in the room, leaving only a dim bedside lamp. After finishing drying his hair, he went to the bathroom again. When he came out and saw Willow with her eyes closed, he lifted the covers from the other side, got into bed, and turned off the remaining lamp.
In fact, Willow wasn't asleep. She was pondering the teasing words her colleagues had said during the day. Words like 'good things are coming,' 'marriage,' 'treat,' kept popping up. So, what was Mitchell thinking?
After lying down and turning over shortly, Mitchell faced Willow's direction, gazing faintly at the little girl with closed eyes in the darkness. Unable to resist, he softly inquired, "Willow, are you asleep?"
Willow was slightly startled. She didn't expect Mitchell to speak suddenly. She replied in a soft voice, "Not yet." She turned over gently, facing Mitchell, and the two smiled at each other. In the quiet night, the air was filled with a sweet ambiance.
It made Mitchell forget all the words he wanted to say, leaving only Willow's sweet smile in his mind. His breathing became heavy, his eyes swirling with darkness. Before Willow could react, his lips met hers. His hand landed on Willow's warm skin, caressing her waist and then pulling her close, kissing her passionately.
When they were both out of breath, he released her lips. Willow felt weak, lying limp under Mitchell, her mind blank. Before she could gather her thoughts, she felt Mitchell's lips on her chin, then trailing down to her neck. Willow's soft moans fueled Mitchell's desire further.
Heat surged through Willow's body, especially where Mitchell's hands had roamed, sending shivers down her spine. In a moment, the buttons of her nightdress were undone. The coolness lasted only a second before warm hands warmed her up.
Feeling something hard pressing against the inside of her thigh, she tried to move back slightly, but her body felt powerless, consumed by sensation.
Mitchell returned to her lips, nibbling on them. Then he hugged Willow tightly, breathing heavily, softly calling, "Willow, my Willow..." His hot breath blew into her ears, startling Willow awake. Her nightdress was nowhere to be found, and Mitchell was shirtless, his eyes fixed on her with intensity.
Blushing, Willow lay beneath him, and Mitchell covered her with a blanket before embracing her from behind. Willow knew Mitchell had been restraining himself, each time stopping before crossing a line, making her heart melt with sweetness.
After a while, Willow sensed the heat and urgency in the embrace subsiding. She gently moved, feeling the arm around her tighten slightly. His voice broke the silence, husky with restraint. "Willow, don't move." Willow instantly froze, afraid to make any more movements.
In his tone, Willow even sensed a hint of grievance.
Mitchell must be feeling uncomfortable.
After holding her for a while, Mitchell intended to get up for a cold shower. Sensing his movement to get up, Willow sat up, holding the blanket with one hand and grabbing Mitchell's arm with the other. Her face flushed, she lowered her head timidly and softly asked, "Mitchell, are you feeling uncomfortable?"
Mitchell gently freed his arm, patting her head reassuringly. "Be good. Go to sleep first. I'll take a shower." Then he turned around without waiting and headed to the bathroom. Anxiously, Willow reached out to stop him.
Mitchell casually said, "Willow, let go of me first. If you're scared, turn on the bedside lamp and sleep."
"Mitchell... I... I'll help you..." Willow's voice was barely audible, her blush deepening as she spoke. If not for the quiet night, her words would have been indiscernible, but Mitchell heard her clearly, holding back his racing heart. "Willow... Do you know what you're saying?"
Without waiting for Willow's response, Mitchell quickly embraced her again. They tumbled back onto the bed, their passion reignited before he guided her hand downwards.
Willow's face instantly turned red, her hand trembling as she hesitated. "Mitchell, I can't..." Mitchell remained silent, gently holding her hand in place. At this critical moment, how could he stop?
Afterward, they held each other close and drifted off to sleep. Mitchell rested his chin on her back, feeling content. He said, "Willow, let's get married."