Chapter 376 Unjustified Death
Willow was so tired at this moment that she was about to fall asleep. Straining to make out Mitchell's voice from behind, she struggled to open her eyes but found herself unable to. She just mumbled sleepily, "Okay." Then she fell into a deep sleep.
The next morning, Willow woke up, her cheeks flushing at the memory of the previous night. She felt too embarrassed to meet Mitchell's gaze. In the morning, she deliberately waited for Mitchell to get up before she got out of bed. After getting up, she sluggishly went about her morning routine, feeling too embarrassed to walk out of the room. Finally, when Mitchell realized she hadn't come out for a long time and they were already ten minutes past their usual time to leave for work, he went to check on her.
"Willow, are you okay?" Mitchell walked into the room and didn't see anyone. He heard a sound coming from the bathroom, so he walked over and lightly knocked on the door. "Willow, are you okay? We don't have time to have breakfast at home. I'll pack it for you to take to the office."
Willow blushed and her heart raced. Nervously, she accidentally knocked over the skincare products on the washbasin, making a sound. When Mitchell heard the sound from outside the door, he anxiously asked, "Willow, what's wrong?"
"It's nothing, Mitchell, just a bottle falling. I'll be out in a moment," Willow quickly replied. After dawdling for another ten minutes, she finally sluggishly walked out of the bathroom. Mitchell had already packed her breakfast and was waiting in the living room, ready to leave. Seeing her unscathed, he breathed a sigh of relief and thought that Willow must be shy. So he didn't say much, just held her hand, and they left together.
Willow remained silent throughout the journey, blushing and keeping her head down as she followed behind Mitchell. Even after getting into the car, she remained quiet, appearing completely different from her usual self.
Mitchell's eyes were focused on the road, but there was a slight smile on his lips that he couldn't hide his happy mood.
Willow could sense that Mitchell was in a good mood.
After the car arrived at the underground parking lot of the JK Group, Mitchell didn't immediately open the car door and get out. Instead, he held Willow's hand, displaying his charming smile. Willow was taken aback, captivated by Mitchell's gentle smile and handsome features.
Mitchell seemed prepared and said, "Willow, when are you going to tell your parents about our conversation last night?"
Willow blinked blankly, her mind completely blank. Despite her efforts, she couldn't recall anything from the previous night. Last night, she impulsively said she would help Mitchell. In the end, she found it hard to back out and had to endure his big hand covering hers, guiding her until her hand was sore before it ended.
She felt ashamed at that time, pushed Mitchell away, and quickly ran into the bathroom to wash her hands before returning to bed. Because it was quite late, she quickly fell asleep in bed. It seemed like she heard something from Mitchell behind her while she was half asleep, but she couldn't make out what he said clearly, so she just casually responded.
Now, she couldn't remember at all.
"Mitchell, what did you say to me yesterday?" Willow cautiously asked, feeling like she had missed something very important because Mitchell's expression visibly turned unhappy when she asked this question.
She really had a talent for it. Mitchell's mood was clearly cheerful all the way, but with this one sentence, her good mood turned sour. But she genuinely hadn't heard what he said.
Mitchell looked at her bewildered expression, sighed heavily, feeling really aggrieved. His declaration of wanting to marry her seemed to have been in vain. He had been elated when she responded positively last night, yet now it seemed she hadn't even heard him.
He felt so wronged.
Mitchell exited the car without a word. However, he couldn't bear to leave Willow behind and walk ahead alone, so he waited for her to walk to his side with her bag before he started walking toward the elevator.
Willow hurriedly caught up, holding his arm, and coquettishly asked, "Mitchell, what did you say last night?"
Mitchell let Willow shake his arm, turned his head proudly, pursed his lips, looked unhappy, and said indifferently, "It's nothing. If you didn't hear it, forget it." Willow pouted, couldn't help but sigh, thinking that men in love can change their faces in an instant.
Nonetheless, she didn't mind, sticking close to Mitchell in the elevator, holding onto his arm. Seeing her nonchalant attitude, Mitchell felt even more despondent. Unable to resist, he raised his hand and pinched her cheek, saying, "You little troublemaker."
Willow covered her cheek, pouted, and looked up at him. "Ouch, Mitchell, why did you pinch me!" And he even scolded her. Mitchell looked at her grimacing face, suddenly feeling better, the slight frustration disappearing. "I didn't pinch you hard, okay?" After speaking, he gently rubbed the place he had just pinched a few times, leaned over to blow on it like comforting a child. "Blowing on it will make it feel better."
With the warmth of Mitchell's breath, Willow's pinched cheek tingled, her face reddening further.
And Mitchell's mood turned from cloudy to sunny again.
When the elevator reached the 15th floor, Willow quickly rushed out. Whenever Mitchell approached, she would unconsciously think of what happened last night.
If there was a mirror now, she would definitely see her red face.
Mitchell stood in the elevator watching her run away, silently smiling. As the elevator doors were about to close, he suddenly reached out to stop them and then walked out. Willow dumbfoundedly watched the person who followed her out of the elevator and walked beside her, not understanding the situation, and asked blankly, "Mitchell, this is the fifteenth floor." Meaning it wasn't time for him to get off the elevator yet.
Mitchell smiled slightly and replied, "I know."
Willow was even more puzzled. "Are you looking for the manager?"
"No."
"No! Then why did you follow me out of the elevator?" Willow silently retorted in her mind.
Mitchell stopped, paused for a moment before answering, "I'm taking the stairs." With that, he pulled Willow close, stealing a sweet kiss before casually pushing open the door to the stairwell and disappearing inside, leaving Willow standing there, dazed. When she looked up, she saw two colleagues staring at her with wide eyes.
Mitchell was definitely doing it on purpose.
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