Chapter 433 Slightly Tipsy
Around two in the afternoon, Mitchell came back from the company.
When Willow saw him opening the door and coming in, she tilted her head and thought for a moment, guessing that things must be wrapping up since he was back so early.
Willow greeted him with a smile, "Mitchell, are you done so early today?"
Mitchell nodded, smiling with a hint of a smirk. "Yeah, I officially handed things over to Victor today."
"Does that mean we're heading back?" Willow asked with a smile.
"Do you still want to stay?" Mitchell asked in return.
Willow thought for a moment and shook her head. They had visited most of the attractions in Maple City, so it was time to go home.
Seeing her shake her head, Mitchell smiled and said, "Then let's book a flight for tomorrow. Tonight, we can enjoy some more of Maple City's cuisine and take a stroll to see the night views."
"It sounds good," Willow replied happily.
After deciding to head back, Mitchell booked the tickets for a flight at 1:00 p.m. the next day.
Willow slowly started packing their luggage since they had a lot of stuff and she was worried they wouldn't have enough time if they packed after dinner.
Mitchell helped her, and it took them about two hours to get everything packed. Then, he took her out for dinner.
He hadn't made any reservations, so they walked hand in hand out of the hotel, strolling along the street.
They passed by a British restaurant that seemed quite busy, which suggested the food was good. They decided to have dinner there. They found a spot outside by the street and both ordered the signature seafood pasta and seafood mushroom soup, along with a dessert.
Willow, in high spirits, also ordered two glasses of white wine.
As soon as the pasta and mushroom soup were served, the rich aroma hit them, making their mouths water.
The dishes were visually appealing as well, especially the seafood pasta.
Willow had had seafood pasta in Horizon City, but this one was a bit different. The ingredients and colors were carefully chosen and artistically presented, making it almost too beautiful to eat. No wonder the restaurant was so popular.
She picked up her fork and started eating the seafood pasta.
Mitchell initially wanted to tell her to start with the wine, but seeing how happy she was, he just smiled and joined her in eating. They both had a glass of white wine with their dinner, leaving Willow slightly tipsy but not drunk.
Hand in hand, they strolled through the streets of Maple City, enjoying the gentle night breeze.
This night seemed to be the perfect ending to their trip, experiencing a different world heritage site and the unique charm of the Eternal City.
They walked and stopped along the way, mostly encountering groups of tourists. They didn't go too far and returned to the hotel after a while.
Whenever Willow drank, she became particularly bold.
Walking along the street, she kept giggling and calling out, "Mitchell."
If Mitchell hadn't seen her like this before, he might have thought she was trying to flirt with him.
Back at the hotel, Willow kicked off her shoes as soon as she entered the room, walking barefoot on the floor.
Mitchell coaxed her into putting on her slippers, bringing them over for her.
She sat on the edge of the bed, giggling, and looked down at him as he helped her with the slippers.
Softly, she said, "Mitchell, why are you so good to me?"
Mitchell smirked as he helped her put on the slippers, then looked up and met her eyes, his lips parting slightly. "Silly girl."
Willow pouted and retorted, "I'm not silly. I always topped my class in school."
Mitchell stood up, momentarily stunned, then broke into a grin. "Yeah, you're not silly. You're the best."
Willow finally smiled again.
"How about taking a bath?" he asked softly.
She nodded vigorously. "Okay."
She stood up but wobbled and almost fell back down.
He quickly reached out to catch her.
Once she steadied herself, he smiled and asked, "Can you manage on your own? Need any help?"
Willow, only slightly tipsy and not drunk, blushed at his question. She stood up straight and loudly replied, "No, I don't need help."
She wobbled a bit but managed to steady herself, her adorable demeanor making Mitchell smile even more.
"Alright, go take your bath," Mitchell said, still smiling, as he helped her to the bathroom door.
Willow held onto the door and walked in, turning back to smile at him before closing the door. "Mitchell, I'm going to take a bath."
"Okay, go ahead," Mitchell said, holding back his laughter.
After she went in and closed the door, he stayed outside, listening.
Hearing the water running and seeing her shadow through the frosted glass, he realized standing guard might have been a mistake. He was worried she might fall, but now it felt more like torture for him.
Willow took much longer than usual to bathe that night.
Listening to the water and the rustling sounds inside, Mitchell felt as if he had drunk more than just one glass of white wine; he was getting hot and bothered.
After standing outside the bathroom for a while, he heard the water stop but she still hadn't come out. He couldn't help but knock and ask, "Willow, are you done?"
After a moment, he heard her sweet, slightly confused voice. "Mitchell, I forgot to bring my pajamas."
Mitchell paused, then said, "They're in the suitcase, right? I'll get them for you."
He walked over to the packed suitcase, opened it, and found her pajamas.
They looked similar to what she had worn the past few days, so he took them over.
He knocked lightly, and Willow opened the bathroom door, wrapped in a towel.
Mitchell was momentarily stunned, then handed her the pajamas.
Willow, looking a bit dazed, took the pajamas and went back in. When she came out after changing, Mitchell was dumbfounded.
Usually, her pajamas were conservative two-piece sets or cartoon-themed cotton nightgowns. This time, she wore a silk nightgown with lace trim, something he had never seen her wear before.
His eyes darkened as he took in the sight of her flawless skin. He stared at her innocent face, his gaze intense and burning.
Slowly, he walked towards her, noticing her wet hair.
He said in a hoarse voice, "Why didn't you dry your hair?"
Then he went to get the hairdryer.
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