Chapter 469 Working Together
Mitchell just recently realized how poor Willow's constitution was; as soon as winter started, her hands and feet were cold and never warmed up.
A few days into winter, he noticed something was wrong. He had a habit of handling work before bed, usually letting Willow take a bath and lie in bed first. She would typically browse her phone or watch TV, sometimes waiting for him to sleep together, and if she got tired, she would sleep first.
This mutual understanding between the two was perfectly fine during summer and even autumn, and they both thought it was great. But once winter came, problems arose.
For two consecutive nights, Mitchell was a bit busy, and after finishing his work, he took a bath and climbed into bed, only to find the bed cold where Willow was. She was already asleep, but even in her sleep, her hands and feet were ice-cold, with no warmth at all. It was then that Mitchell realized she couldn't warm the bed by herself, curling up into a small ball under the covers, which made his heart ache.
Since then, he would go to bed early to warm the bed. Even if he didn't get into bed first, he would make sure to go to bed around the same time as Willow. He also stopped working late, trying to finish all his work at the office, and if it was urgent, he would bring his laptop to bed.
After two or three days of Mitchell warming the bed, Willow finally noticed that he had been bringing his laptop to bed. The living room had air conditioning, so it shouldn't be cold, and given Mitchell's disciplined and strict nature, he would never work in bed. However, sleeping with him was really warm, much better than when she slept alone, curled up and unable to sleep well. Now, it was simply perfect.
Mitchell went to take a bath before her again, and by the time she finished her bath, he was already lying in bed. She couldn't help but ask, "Honey, why have you been going to bed so early lately?"
Mitchell turned to look at her, stared at her for a while, and then answered very seriously, "To warm the bed for you, honey."
Willow couldn't help but blush, even though they were already married. Such straightforward words still made her blush and her heart race. From that day on, after she got into bed, Mitchell would directly grab her feet and place them on his stomach, the warmest spot. At first, she felt a bit shy, directly putting her feet on his stomach was quite embarrassing for her.
However, Mitchell wouldn't let go of her soft feet, doing this for a week. Eventually, it evolved into Willow automatically putting her feet on his stomach as soon as she got into bed. In no time, her feet would be warm, and she no longer had to curl up to sleep. The problem of having cold hands and feet in winter for over twenty years was completely cured by Mitchell.
Willow moved closer, placing her feet on Mitchell's stomach as usual. She felt something smooth and rubbed her feet up and down a few times. A rush of heat surged through him, and her movements caused her feet to slip down and touch something.
She froze, realizing immediately what she had touched. She quietly moved her feet away, pretending nothing had happened. Mitchell felt her little movements. After she moved her feet away, he turned his head and asked in a low and husky voice, "Why did you move your feet? Are they warm now?"
Willow's face turned slightly red, and she sat up straight next to Mitchell, nodding repeatedly. She claimed, "Yes, they're warm."
Mitchell leaned half his body towards her, smiling with his lips curled.
Willow was forced to look into his eyes, her heart involuntarily speeding up as she saw his handsome face and smile up close.
After all these years, Mitchell's face was still very attractive to her, a deadly temptation.
He leaned close to her ear and whispered in a hoarse voice, "Really? Let me check."
His words were slow and soft, bewitching. As soon as he finished speaking, he reached under the covers, his hot hand precisely grabbing Willow's ankle. His warm hand was even hotter than her already warmed feet. The temperature difference made Willow feel a burning sensation, which seemed to scorch her heart. She couldn't help but pull her foot back, but he held on, gently stroking her sole with his finger.
Willow was tickled by his sudden action, laughing uncontrollably and falling onto the bed.
Mitchell also smiled, knowing that she was ticklish there, and deliberately tickled her ankle a few more times.
Willow lay under him, laughing until tears came out, saying, "Stop it."
Her soft, delicate voice made his eyes darken even more because Willow would say the same thing when they made love, lying under him.
He stopped his actions, smiling as he leaned over her, supporting himself with his arms, and stared at her.
Willow gradually stopped laughing, and their eyes met, as if an electric current passed between them.
Mitchell gently lowered his head and slowly kissed her lips. Both of them closed their eyes, fully immersed in the moment.
In the quiet room, he held her, gently stroking her hair and kissing her back, coaxing her contentedly, "Honey, if I work hard every day, we'll have a baby soon, so let's work hard together every day, okay?"
Willow softly murmured with her eyes closed. She just wanted to sleep now because she was too tired to speak tonight, her voice hoarse, so she didn't pay attention to what he was saying, just responding randomly.
Mitchell, hearing her response, happily held her in his arms and fell asleep together. All he could think about now was that since Willow was willing to have a baby right away, he had to work harder
So, during this honeymoon trip, he was really putting in a lot of effort.
Willow felt his efforts almost every night, and he said it was her who agreed to work hard together.
She firmly believed she would never agree to such a thing, but every time she denied it, Mitchell would look at her with a very aggrieved expression, his eyes red, as if she had really deceived him.
In the end, she had no choice but to go along with it.
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