Chapter 394 Sea of Flowers
When she walked into the house holding a large bouquet of roses, Mitchell happened to come out of the kitchen. He stood at the kitchen door, smiling as he looked at her. Willow immediately realized that the flowers were from Mitchell. Holding that large bouquet, she felt the joy in her heart uncontrollably envelop her.
She asked sweetly, "Mitchell, why did you buy flowers?" There was no special occasion today. Mitchell's eyes were full of light as he walked towards her with a smile, then stopped in front of her. His handsome face, paired with a gently charming smile, made Willow feel a bit dizzy. She heard Mitchell's pleasant voice. "How can a proposal be without flowers?"
So, not only were there flowers, but more than just one bouquet. After the first bouquet of red roses was delivered, for the next ten minutes, people kept knocking on the door, providing roses of various colors. Finally, Willow stood in the living room, surrounded by roses filling the entire room, as if she were standing in a sea of flowers. She looked up at Mitchell, and the sunlight streaming in from the window illuminated the whole room. The vibrant roses of various colors were blooming beautifully, and the fragrance of the roses filled the entire house.
Willow was somewhat moved. No, she was extremely moved. If the proposal in the morning was a surprise, then the room full of flowers was another surprise. She directly leaped onto Mitchell, wrapping her arms around his neck and leaning in. Mitchell quickly reached out to hug her buttocks, holding her up, and then soon took the lead in the romantic game.
Mitchell carried Willow towards the large bed in the room. After placing her on the bed, he couldn't wait to lean over and kiss her collarbone. The two of them had drunk alcohol the previous night, and under the influence of alcohol, they both felt a bit dizzy. Now, both were completely sober, and all sensations were magnified, clearly felt. Moans uncontrollably escaped from Willow's lips, intermittently stimulating Mitchell to the point where he couldn't stop.
After all, Mitchell, who had just started his sex life in his thirties, couldn't withstand even a little teasing.
However, at the last moment, he still restrained himself and asked, "Willow, does it still hurt?" Her face flushed, and her eyes were misty. She paused for a moment upon hearing the question, then shook her head shyly.
Mitchell couldn't control himself. He kissed her, but he worried she might still feel uncomfortable and even secretly regretted not performing well the previous night. So, this time, he used all his skills to please her. The sex lasted all night.
When Danielle woke up from the large hotel bed, her head still hurt a bit. She had drunk too much in her excitement and didn't even remember when she fell asleep. Frowning, she sat up and raised her hand to press her temples, still feeling a bit uncomfortable. When she tried to speak, her throat was extremely hoarse. She felt the room was very quiet, rubbed her eyes, and looked around. There was no one! She couldn't believe it and blinked hard again, finally confirming that she was indeed the only one left in the room. She hurriedly took out her phone, ready to make a call, when the urgent doorbell rang, accompanied by knocking. Danielle didn't even realize whether her clothes were appropriate. She thought her friends had gone out temporarily and were now back, so without a second thought, she jumped out of bed and ran to open the door.
The moment the door opened, both people inside and outside the room were stunned. They both froze in place. The man outside the door looked at Danielle's outfit, his cheeks and ears turning red. He cleared his throat and looked away. Danielle looked down belatedly and realized she had come to the door in last night's party uniform. She screamed and slammed the door shut, then shouted through the door, "Cheryl, are you out of your mind? Knocking on someone's door early in the morning is the service of your five-star hotel? I'm definitely going to file a complaint."
Cheryl stood outside, rubbing his head and feeling a bit awkward. He didn't know why the two of them had been bickering since they were kids, always at each other's throats when they met. Every time, he wanted to talk nicely, but for some reason, they always ended up fighting. He came over early this morning after hearing from the hotel manager that Danielle had booked the presidential suite, but he did not expect such an embarrassing scene.
Cheryl initially planned to leave, but then he got angry again. Who was Danielle in the room with, dressed like that? He went straight to the surveillance room to check the footage and see who had entered the room. Finally, he saw that it was just a few girls, which made him feel better.
After closing the door, Danielle quickly found her clothes and changed. She took out her phone and called each of her friends, but no one answered. She looked around and realized they seemed to have left in their uniforms without changing, so what was going on? She called hotel service to bring some food and leisurely ate steak while messaging in the group chat.
The group was created the night of the party, so everyone was in it.
Danielle: [What's going on with you guys? All left? Didn't even change clothes? Not answering calls!]
After a while, Madison replied in the group: [Sorry, Danielle, Matthew came to pick me up last night.]
Ophelia: [Me, too.]
Rachel: [Me, too.]
Willow hadn't replied, but Danielle guessed Mitchell had taken her away, too.
Danielle: [Then why didn't any of you answer the phone?]
Madison: [Just busy. I didn't hear the phone.]
Ophelia: [Same here.]
Rachel: [Phone was charging. I didn't notice.]
At this moment, all three were still lying in bed, feeling guilty.
Danielle wasn't angry because she was carefree by nature; instead, she started gossiping.
Danielle: [So, did you all have wild sex last night? How could the guys resist uniform temptation?]
All three went silent now.
Danielle took their silence as a yes, her curiosity piqued. But no matter what she asked, they pretended not to see and didn't reply.
Danielle suddenly thought of Willow and Mitchell, eagerly calling Willow again, but still no answer. Staring at her phone, she muttered, "It's already noon. Is it still not done?"
In the end, she ate and drank her fill at the hotel, then went to the front desk and said, "Tell Mr. Perez to cover my bill today. He's lucky." With that, she left the hotel without looking back.
The receptionist respectfully said, "Yes, Mrs. Jonah. Have a good day."