Chapter 442 Unwrapping Gifts for Mitchell
Since everyone left early, there was still some unfinished wine, and Patrick, not wanting to waste it, packed it all up to take home.
Danielle was heading back to the Jonah Residence, and Mitchell and Willow were going with him, so tonight Danielle would ride back with them, while Patrick would take Victor with him.
Mitchell carried the birthday gifts that he received from everyone and got into the car with Danielle and Willow. Both he and Danielle had a bit to drink, Willow hadn't, so she took on the role of driver for the night.
Mitchell's car was quite large, and Willow drove slowly.
Mitchell, sitting in the passenger seat, smiled at her and said, "It's okay, just drive confidently, I'm here."
Willow seemed to relax a bit, driving slowly but steadily.
Danielle, sitting in the back seat, couldn't stand the affectionate looks between Mitchell and Willow, so she closed her eyes and started to sleep.
When they arrived at Mitchell's place, everyone was already asleep.
The three of them quietly went upstairs to their rooms. After Willow and Mitchell returned to their room, Mitchell told her to take a shower first, remembering that he forgot to bring the gifts upstairs, so he went back down to get them.
When Willow finished her shower and came out, she saw Mitchell had neatly stacked the birthday gifts on the table.
The gift boxes were mostly small, as they seemed to be every year. She never had a chance to see what was inside before. Looking at those small boxes, she got curious and circled around them several times, dying to know.
When Mitchell came out of the shower, he saw her bending over, staring at the boxes with great interest.
He walked over to her, and Willow, hearing the sound, stood up with a smile. She greeted, "Mitchell."
"Do you want to open the gifts?" Mitchell asked with a smile.
Willow paused for a moment, then immediately nodded and smiled in agreement. She excitedly said, "Yes."
She then carried all the boxes to the small sofa in the room, sat cross-legged among the boxes, and happily started opening the birthday gifts for the birthday star.
The first box contained a car key, a Porsche.
The second box contained another car key, a brand she didn't recognize but looked very expensive.
The third box contained a red booklet, a property deed.
The fourth box contained another property deed.
Willow couldn't help but be amazed as she opened each box.
Did everyone give these kinds of gifts every year? The small things she had given before seemed insignificant in comparison, almost shabby.
Mitchell stood by her side, accompanying her as she opened the gifts, explaining, "They give these kinds of gifts every year, so I already know what's inside without opening them."
Every year!
It was unbelievable!
Willow couldn't help but marvel inwardly.
Wasn't there anyone like her who gave ordinary gifts? She picked up the largest box and opened it.
Although the box was big, it was light, and she had no idea what was inside.
She eagerly opened it to find a designer scarf, gray and checkered.
Compared to the previous gifts, this one seemed out of place, and Willow immediately guessed it was from Danielle. She felt relieved that at least someone was like her.
She thought to herself, 'this is what normal birthday gifts should be like. Who gave houses and cars as birthday gifts? Only rich people like Matthew would do that.'
After opening all the boxes, she carefully put everything back.
Mitchell watched her fuss around without stopping her, letting her do whatever made her happy.
Willow put the neatly organized gifts back on the table, and as soon as she turned around, Mitchell cornered her against the table.
He smiled at her and said hoarsely, "The gift from you is still the most thoughtful."
His heart was still fluttering from the surprise of the previous night.
Willow blushed, slipped out from under his arm, and said, "I'm going to bed."
Mitchell turned and followed her to the bed, smiling.
After his birthday, the two seemed to return to their peaceful and warm lives, going to work and coming home together, shopping for groceries, with Mitchell cooking and Willow eating.
The carefree Willow didn't seem to feel like anything was missing, always happy every day.
Mitchell remained as busy as ever, while Willow's work was busy in intervals, not as extreme as his. So, when she had time, she would go shopping with Danielle or visit Madison and Quentin Hannah at Nelson Mansion.
On Friday, Mitchell dropped her off at work in the morning and mentioned that he had to go out. He had an appointment to inspect a project site with the other company's CEO, so he would need to personally go there to host it. He reminded her to have lunch on her own and said he would pick her up in the afternoon if he could, otherwise, she should take a cab home.
Near the end of the workday, she sent him a message on Facebook but got no reply, thinking he must still be busy. As she walked out of the building, planning to take a cab home, she received a call from Danielle.
She thought Danielle wanted to go shopping and answered with a smile. Before she could say anything, she heard Danielle's anxious voice, almost crying, "Willow, come quickly, my brother..."
Willow immediately panicked.
Without waiting for Danielle to finish, she urgently asked, "Danielle, what's wrong with Mitchell? What happened? Where is he now?"
She walked quickly to the street, ready to hail a cab.
"At the canal dock, hurry up," Danielle said and then hung up.
Willow flagged down a cab and rushed to the canal dock.
On the way, she kept calling Mitchell, but no one answered.
She had a bad feeling, her eyes turning red with worry.
From Danielle's voice, Mitchell was definitely in trouble.
They were fine when they parted in the morning. Wasn't he supposed to be inspecting a project site with a client? How could something terrible happen?
She didn't think much about why Danielle gave her the dock's address, only worrying about what might have happened to Mitchell.
An accident at the site? A car crash? Did he fall into the river?
She thought of many, none of which seemed likely, but all seemed possible.
The more she thought, the more anxious she became, trying to calm herself down and hold back her tears.
When the cab stopped near the canal dock, she threw a hundred dollars at the car and hurriedly got out, not even looking back when the driver called her to give her change. She almost fell getting out of the cab, her legs weak with worry.
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