Chapter 453 Astonished
Mitchell followed Matthew into the living room and immediately saw the girl surrounded by everyone. The girl in the white wedding dress was about to become his bride.
He had imagined what Willow would look like in a wedding dress, but it had always been a vague image in his mind. Until this moment, seeing it for real, he was utterly stunned.
Willow stood there in her beautiful wedding dress, waiting for him, like an angel that had fallen to earth, so beautiful that he couldn't move.
Mitchell stood at the doorway, dumbfounded, forgetting to move forward.
Everyone noticed them entering and turned to look. Both men were dressed in sharp suits, having just come in from outside. Madison and Willow immediately spotted their respective men and smiled at them.
Matthew and Mitchell also looked for Madison and Willow as soon as they entered. The moment their eyes met, they seemed to relax.
Madison smiled at Mitchell and said, "Mitchell, come and see how Willow looks in her wedding dress."
Mitchell replied hoarsely, "Okay, Madison." Only then did he start walking step by step towards his bride.
Willow kept looking at him, and he kept looking at her.
Although the living room was still filled with laughter and chatter, it was as if they only had eyes for each other, automatically blocking out everything else.
Willow had a sweet smile on her face, while Mitchell seemed a bit nervous. He didn't realize his palms were sweating, and his expression was a bit stiff. The short distance felt like it took forever to cross.
Quentin and Hannah saw Matthew return and ran towards him. Hannah naturally stretched out her arms for a hug, and Matthew smiled, picking her up with one arm while holding Quentin's hand with the other, walking over to Madison.
Madison smiled and said, "Hannah, Daddy is tired from work. How about you play by yourself for a bit?"
Hannah nodded obediently, wanting to get down.
Matthew didn't let go. He affectionately said, "It's okay, I can hold Hannah. I haven't seen my precious daughter all day, let me enjoy this."
He smiled at them and said no more.
Mitchell stopped in front of Willow, looking seriously at the beautiful, fairy-like girl before him. Even without makeup and with her hair casually draped over her shoulders, her flawless face had a faint pink hue, making her incredibly charming.
Seeing him silent for a while, Willow blushed slightly and asked with a smile, "Mitchell, do I look good?"
Mitchell looked into her eyes and nodded earnestly. He sweetly replied, "You're very beautiful."
Willow grinned, a bit shy but even happier.
Mitchell was genuinely taking in the sight of Willow in her wedding dress, wanting to etch this moment deeply into his memory. No longer a vague image, it was her, truly in a wedding dress. He was so stunned that he didn't dare to touch Willow, standing there dumbfounded, just looking at her.
Willow reached out and took his hand, which shook him out of his reverie and brought him back to his senses. He squeezed her hand tightly, then looked up at her again, smiling.
Taking advantage of the moment when no one was paying attention, he leaned in and whispered in her ear, "Honey, you are really beautiful."
His voice was low and husky tugging at Willow's heartstrings. Her pink face turned even redder upon hearing his words.
That evening, they had dinner at Nelson Mansion before returning to their apartment. Since no further alterations were needed, they brought the wedding dress back with them.
Because it was too large to hang in the closet, Willow first removed the skirt and hung the dress on a rack in the room, folding the skirt neatly and placing it in the closet. When she sat on the bed, she could see the entire wedding dress.
After taking a shower, she sat on the bed, staring at the dress with a slight smile, as if she couldn't get enough of it. When she checked her phone, she saw that their wedding was only a week away.
Soon, she would be marrying Mitchell in front of their family and friends. This had always been her dream since she was young, and she couldn't believe it was coming true.
When Mitchell came out of the shower, he saw Willow sitting on the bed, staring at the wedding dress. He smiled and walked over, standing in front of her. Willow looked up at him with a smile. She calmly said, "Third Mitchell."
"Call me honey!" Mitchell paused while buttoning his pajamas, deliberately correcting her with a serious face.
Willow blushed and softly corrected herself, "Honey."
Mitchell immediately leaned down, pecked her on the lips, and smiled. He complimented teasingly, "Good girl."
Willow wasn't used to calling him 'honey' yet.
After all, she had called him 'Mitchell' for over twenty years. It was hard for her to change suddenly. Since the night they got their marriage license, Mitchell had insisted she call him 'honey' whenever they were alone, only allowing her to call him 'Mitchell' when others were around.
If she didn't, she would be punished, always in ways that made her blush and her heart race.
The first time was in Mitchell's office, and she was punished. Now, whenever she saw that big desk in his office, she couldn't help but think of what happened that afternoon, making her blush. After that, she learned her lesson.
Mitchell had only intended to give her a quick kiss on her lips, but seeing her sitting there, looking up at him with innocent eyes, he couldn't resist wanting to tease her more.
He slowly started unbuttoning his pajamas again.
Willow, seeing his actions, immediately sensed a familiar feeling and instinctively backed away, blushing. She quickly remarked, "I already called you honey."
Mitchell finished unbuttoning his pajamas, revealing his eight-pack abs.
Willow averted her eyes, feeling her self-control slipping away.
Mitchell leaned on the bed, smiling charmingly at her, and said in a low and aggrieved voice, "That's why I'm even more excited."
Then he took Willow's small hand, guiding it to his chest, and said seductively, "Honey, don't you want to touch it? You like my collarbone, right? See if it feels good. If not, I'll work out more."
Willow's small hand was guided to his chest, touching his collarbone and abs, her eyes following the path, already hooked.
It was another day of being seduced by Mitchell again.
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