Chapter 380 Who Else Besides You
Mitchell heard Willow's words, the smile on his fading as he looked at her with seriousness and determination, his gaze tender yet dominating. "I fell for you when I was just a teenager. Who else but you?"
Willow even sensed a hint of grievance.
Without waiting for Willow's reaction, Mitchell directly grabbed the back of her head and leaned in to kiss her until her face turned red and she felt weak all over. After releasing her, Mitchell held her in his arms, both hearing each other's intense heartbeats. Mitchell whispered in her ear, "Can you hear it? This heart beats for you." He then took Willow's hand and placed it over his left chest, saying in a muffled voice, "You still don't believe me even now. You're driving me crazy."
Mitchell truly felt wronged. He mentioned marriage, but Willow seemed to have heard nothing. He suggested moving in together, but Willow doubted if he would change his mind in the future. He couldn't figure out where things went wrong...
Since they got together, there were inevitable moments of passion, but every time things heated up, he would restrain his desires, stopping just before the final step, even opting for a cold shower instead. He was afraid of scaring her. Seeing her trembling nervously beneath him, he couldn't help but prioritize her comfort over his own desires.
Moreover, he wanted to save the most beautiful moments for their wedding night, so he kept holding back, no matter how tempting the night might be.
'Could it be because I haven't completely taken her, so she starts to have all sorts of wild thoughts?' he wondered.
Willow blushed, leaning against Mitchell's shoulder. She listened to his breath, felt his heart pounding rapidly, matching the rhythm of her own. As he confessed his affection for her since he was a teenager, her heart skipped a beat.
From his teens to his thirties, she couldn't help but feel that she had somehow held Mitchell back.
Mitchell released his arms but couldn't resist pinching her blushing cheeks, sternly saying, "If you say such things again, I will make love to you." He whispered the last few words near her ear. Willow felt her face turn even redder.
Even as Mitchell led her out of the car, up the elevator, back to the apartment, she couldn't shake off the daze, her heart still racing.
She found Mitchell's dominance even more charming.
Once inside, Mitchell placed a few bags on the sofa and then sat down with the still shocked Willow, pointing to the bags, demanding the gift he had been eagerly anticipating all night. He asked, "Where's my gift?"
Willow hesitated for a moment. Then she handed over the bag containing the shirt and tie she had bought earlier. Mitchell eagerly took the bag, opening it without delay.
"What's this?" Mitchell asked, holding a box. It was clearly not a tie. Willow turned to see the box in Mitchell's hand, her eyes widening in shock. How did her underwear end up in that bag? She hurriedly reached out, trying to retrieve it, stammering, "This isn't for you."
Mitchell reached out, moving the box aside. Seeing Willow's nervous state, he suddenly became interested in what was inside the box. "Oh? Not for me? Can't I see it?" Willow pretended to remain calm, sitting back down, and finally said, "If you want to see, go ahead."
Then she pretended to organize her purchases, sneakily glancing at Mitchell from time to time. After opening the box, Mitchell paused, not expecting to find underwear. There was nothing written on the box, no clue. As he looked at Willow, his face turned red.
Mitchell pulled out everything, both pairs of underwear landing in his hands. His men's pair was fine, a normal style, good quality. But the women's pair was too sexy. When did Willow wear something like this? Mitchell looked at the two pairs of underwear in his hands, then at Willow.
Willow not only bought herself underwear but also bought a couple's set. Mitchell's mind flashed with many intimate scenes, ending with the memory of the two of them at the beach, Willow in uniform after a drink. He couldn't help but swallow involuntarily, his sexy Adam's apple bobbing up and down.
He even considered if he should let Willow have a drink tonight.
He had a strong suspicion that Willow was indirectly expressing her dissatisfaction with their lack of intimacy. Mitchell gently moved his lips, turning to Willow, who was busy tidying up. He asked in a hoarse voice, "Willow, did you buy this for me?"
Feeling extremely embarrassed, Willow caught sight of the two pairs of underwear in Mitchell's hands. She nodded awkwardly and replied, "Yes."
Mitchell said with a smirk, "Thank you, Willow. I really like it." He then handed the other pair to Willow. "This seems to be yours." Willow turned around, her face flushed, quickly stuffing it back into the bag and then picking up the bags. "I'll take these inside first." Then she hurried into the room.
Mitchell watched her retreating figure, smiling indulgently. As he looked down at the underwear in his hands, his smile growing wider. Alone in the living room, he took out the shirt and tie, trying them on carefully. He spent a good half hour trying on the clothes outside before neatly folding them and taking them into the room. Willow had already showered and hidden under the covers. Tonight, she sensed a change in Mitchell; he wouldn't have said such things before...
The mention of 'making love' had kept her mind racing all night.
All those panties Danielle insisted she buy had been seen by Mitchell. With their sexy design, she felt embarrassed just looking at them. So she had just buried them at the bottom of her suitcase. She was sure she wouldn't take them out to wear.
(As it turned out later, Willow belatedly discovered that all her underwear had turned into matching couple sets with Mitchell, and he even very thoughtfully placed them in the bathroom every night, insisting that she wear the matching ones.)
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