Chapter 418 Drunk

Willow was momentarily stunned and hadn't reacted yet when Mitchell took a step forward and leaned into her arms. She quickly extended her arms to support him and immediately caught a strong whiff of alcohol on his breath. His head rested on her shoulder, rubbing back and forth.

 

Willow helped him into the house and closed the door. She silently wondered how much Mitchell had drunk to get this drunk. She helped him to the sofa and sat him down.

 

"Mitchell, sit here for a moment. I'll get you some water." Just as she turned around, Mitchell grabbed her and pulled her onto his lap.

 

His eyes were slightly red from the alcohol, and his face was flushed too. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close, and looked up at her with a smile that seemed to light up his entire face. 

 

In a soft, almost whining voice, Mitchell said, "Honey, don't go." 

 

He buried his head in her chest, tightening his arms around her and refusing to let go.

 

Willow gently coaxed him, "Mitchell, let go for a moment. I'll get you some water. You'll feel better after drinking it."

 

"I don't want water. I want a hug." Mitchell's head was buried low, his eyes half-closed and misty, his voice hoarse and tinged with a hint of grievance. 

 

Willow thought that a drunk Mitchell was both adorable and childlike, completely different from his usual self.

 

Willow gently patted Mitchell's back and softly said, "How about I get you a towel to wipe your face, and then we go lie down on the bed?"

 

He leaned against her without saying a word for a long time. Willow thought he had fallen asleep and tried to move off his lap. As soon as she shifted, she felt his arm tighten around her waist. She looked down and saw his eyes closed, his long eyelashes trembling slightly.

 

"Mitchell? How about we go to bed?" Willow asked softly.

 

Mitchell slowly opened his eyes, looked at her with a silly smile, and said in a hoarse voice, "Okay, let's sleep." 

 

Willow's face turned red instantly as she felt it sound like he meant something else.

 

Mitchell finally let go of her, and she got off his lap, ready to help him up. He stood up on his own, staggered a bit, and then fell back onto the sofa. Willow quickly helped him up, and the two of them wobbled their way into the bedroom. She helped him to the edge of the bed, and he immediately pulled her down with him.

 

Willow's lips landed right on Mitchell's. She quickly propped herself up and met his smiling eyes, which were bright and reflected her face, his lips curved into a smile.

 

She went to the bathroom to get a towel to wipe his face. 

 

By the time she finished, Mitchell had his eyes closed and seemed to be asleep. 

 

Willow looked at his shirt and suit and started unbuttoning his shirt, then blushed as she unbuckled his belt and removed his suit pants. 

 

She quickly covered him with a blanket. Then she went to the kitchen to pour a cup of warm water. 

 

She placed the cup on the bedside table and gently called, "Mitchell." 

 

After a while, Mitchell responded and slowly opened his eyes. Willow helped him sit up and brought the cup to his lips. He obediently drank several sips before lying back down.

 

After taking care of him all night, Willow was sweating. She had already washed up earlier but decided to take another shower and change into clean pajamas. When she came out, Mitchell was still lying motionless.

 

He had indeed drunk a lot tonight. In the afternoon, he had negotiated a big cooperation project and couldn't refuse their dinner invitation. He didn't expect them to be such heavy drinkers, mixing different types of alcohol, which got him drunk.

 

However, he managed to stay somewhat conscious. After dinner, they wanted to go sing karaoke, but he had already arranged for a driver to wait at the restaurant entrance. He made an excuse about needing to get home and managed to leave.

 

The driver dropped him off at the apartment building, and he sent the driver away before taking the elevator upstairs. The moment he saw Willow, he finally relaxed completely and then remembered nothing else.

 

After her shower, Willow slipped under the blanket.

 

Mitchell, as if sensing her presence, turned over and clung to her back, murmuring, "Honey, cuddle to sleep."

 

Willow was taken aback and turned her head slightly to see Mitchell with his eyes closed, looking innocent and peaceful in his sleep, showing no signs of waking up. His long arms were tightly wrapped around her, and she couldn't help but find the drunk Mitchell both amusing and exasperating. 

 

After a while, she turned to face Mitchell. Looking at his childlike sleeping face, she couldn't resist touching his face. His skin was smooth and flawless, and it felt nice to the touch. His hair was soft, now slightly flattened, covering half of his forehead. She couldn't help but ruffle it a few times.

 

Since she had taken off his shirt, Mitchell was sleeping bare-chested. 

 

Willow, held in his arms, felt like she was being hugged by a furnace, feeling a bit hot. She gently pulled the blanket down a bit and accidentally got a full view of his bare upper body.

 

His upper body was strong and muscular, with neatly arranged abs and a well-defined V-line. His sexy collarbones and chest were also visible. This sight was simply too tempting, and Willow couldn't help but swallow. She sneaked a glance at Mitchell, who was still sleeping soundly with his eyes closed, and then boldly placed her small hand on his chest. Her hands roamed over his chest and abs. When she finally finished her exploration and looked up, she realized he had opened his eyes at some point, looking dazed. She was stunned and froze, not daring to move.

 

Mitchell spoke childishly, "Honey, why are you touching me? It feels uncomfortable..."

 

Willow's face instantly turned bright red. She quickly turned around, her back to him, her heart pounding wildly, not daring to move. 

 

Mitchell closed his eyes again, pulled her into his arms, and fell back asleep.

 

Willow felt the changes in his body pressed against her back and was too scared to move an inch.

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