Chapter 440 Happy Birthday in the Early Morning
Mitchell grew up in an environment where girls were always prioritized and pampered, just like how his father had doted on his mother for decades, and his sister Danielle had been spoiled since childhood. It wasn't just him; nearly all of them had been instilled with this mindset from a young age.
So, he never imagined that one day, he would receive such a romantic surprise on his birthday, a surprise that he thought he should be the one preparing for her.
However, Willow had prepared such a ceremonious birthday surprise for him, how could he not be moved?
He looked at Willow gently, then his fingers reached out to brush past her delicate ear, finally resting on her jade-like earlobe, gently pinching it.
Willow blushed deeply because of his actions.
The two stood hand in hand, facing each other, surrounded by balloons and strings of lights, and heart-shaped electronic candles on the bed, creating a perfect romantic atmosphere.
She pulled him out of the room and over to the dining table.
In the center of the table was a small cake she had prepared.
Willow eagerly opened the cake box, inserted the candles, lit them, and urged Mitchell to make a wish.
He smiled at her, clasped his hands together obediently, closed his eyes, and began to make a wish with a smile on his lips.
After making his wish, he bent down to blow out the candles.
Willow handed him the knife to cut the cake, smiling as she said, "Mitchell, you cut it."
Mitchell took the knife and handed the first piece of cake to her.
She accepted it without hesitation, scooping a big bite into her mouth and exclaiming, "It's so good."
Mitchell watched her eat happily, and he cut himself a piece as well. The sweet cream melted in his mouth, and it was indeed delicious.
The two each held a piece of cake, smiling at each other as they ate.
Willow took big bites, a lot of cream ended up on the corners of her mouth.
Mitchell laughed out loud at her chipmunk-like cheeks.
She looked at him in confusion and asked, "Why are you laughing?"
He pointed to his chin and said, "You've got cream on your face."
She blinked her big eyes in surprise, and because one hand was holding the cake while the other held a fork, she awkwardly wiped her face with the back of her hand but it didn’t wipe off the cream neatly.
Mitchell, seeing her clumsy actions, put down his cake and stepped closer to help.
Just as he took a step forward, Willow quickly smeared a bit of cream on his face, laughing out loud afterward.
He was momentarily stunned, then smiled at her with a fire in his eyes, as if he was going to ignite her.
Sensing the danger in his smile, Willow realized she might have gone too far and tried to escape.
Mitchell grabbed her wrist, pulling her into his embrace, even though there was cream on his cheek, it didn’t diminish his handsome face. He looked down at her with a smile, saying with a deep voice, "Where do you think you're going?"
"I... I was going to... wash my face," Willow stammered.
Mitchell held her tightly, his voice hoarse. He cheekily said, "I'll help you."
Before she could react, she saw his handsome face coming closer, his familiar scent surrounding her. Her face turned bright red because he was indeed helping her.
Mitchell lowered his head and gently sucked at the corner of her mouth, softly licking the cream off her lips.
Initially, she stared in disbelief, but then she slowly melted like cream, closing her eyes.
After a moment of kissing, Mitchell released her lips. Seeing her dazed and submissive expression, he couldn't help but laugh. He bent down, picked her up, and carried her to the bed covered with petals and candles.
That night, Mitchell was extraordinarily gentle, and Willow felt like she was floating on the ocean, drifting up and down, only able to breathe by clinging tightly to him.
She had set an alarm for midnight, and when it went off, she felt Mitchell wiping her body. She was exhausted and didn't want to move, but since he had helped her clean up before, she let go of her embarrassment because there was something more important to do.
She opened her heavy eyelids and softly called out, "Mitchell."
Mitchell looked up at her, their eyes meeting. He smiled indulgently and said, "Sleep if you're tired."
Willow smiled faintly and said, "Happy birthday, Mitchell."
He was stunned by her words, pausing his wiping motion, and looked at his girl in surprise.
Willow, having completed the final part of the birthday surprise, fell into a deep sleep.
Mitchell watched her peaceful, sleeping face, his lips curling into a smile as he murmured, "Silly girl."
He then continued his gentle wiping, treating her like a precious treasure.
After cleaning her up and tucking her in, he sat by the bed, staring at her. He took out his phone and looked at the photos of the fireworks he had taken earlier in the park, with the beautiful fireworks and Willow's silhouette.
He posted a story with the photo, writing, 'A spark in the sky, a fleeting moment, a lifetime of fortune meeting you.'
The next morning, Willow lazily stayed in bed, and Mitchell carried her to wash up. Afterward, she was still feeling sluggish.
"How about we skip work today?" Mitchell suggested softly.
Willow struggled to open her eyes and shook her head. "No, I want to go to work with you."
She couldn't believe her stamina was worse than his, especially since he had gone to bed later than her.
Mitchell let her be, he then found clothes for her and tried to help her dress.
Willow's face flushed, and she quickly got up trying to do it herself.
Mitchell smiled at her and said gently, "I'll go make breakfast then."
Then, he left the room.
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