Chapter 475 Men Need to Be Pampered Too
After having dinner at Nelson Mansion, Willow and Mitchell drove back to their apartment. Throughout the drive, Willow barely heard Mitchell speak. In fact, he hadn't said much all evening. Although he still served her food, peeled shrimp and picked out fish bones as usual, Willow, sensed that he wasn't in a good mood tonight.
The car smoothly parked in the spot below their apartment building. After turning off the engine, Mitchell reached for the door to get out, but Willow quickly stopped him. She said, "Wait a minute, honey."
Mitchell paused, his hand on the door, lowered his gaze, and asked in a muffled voice, "What's wrong?"
Willow couldn't pinpoint anything specific, but she felt that his aura was even more desolate now, reminiscent of a lonely stray cat. She hadn't seen him like this in a long time.
"I don't really have anything specific. It's just... are you upset about something today?" she hesitantly asked.
Mitchell finally looked up, forcing a slight smile. He reached out to pat Willow's head and said, "No, let's go home first. The car is off, and it might get cold. Don't catch a chill."
With that, he opened the car door and got out, then walked around to the passenger side to open the door for Willow. He helped her out, adjusted her scarf, and then they headed upstairs together. Following behind him, Willow felt that he seemed fine now, the earlier sense of desolation had disappeared. She wondered if she had overthought things.
Back at the apartment, Mitchell told her to take a shower first as he had some emails to handle and would join her later. He took his laptop to the living room.
After her shower, Willow got into bed, feeling the cold sheets and shivering a bit. She flipped through channels but couldn't find anything she wanted to watch. No new movies or interesting shows were on. She lay there for about ten minutes, feeling the time drag without Mitchell by her side.
Since they used a gas water heater, Mitchell usually knew when she finished her shower from the sound in the kitchen. If she showered first, he would typically join her within fifteen minutes, then cuddle up in bed with his laptop to finish any remaining work.
Tonight, Willow found herself eagerly waiting for Mitchell to come to bed. She kept checking the time every minute. Finally, about thirteen minutes after she got into bed, he opened the bedroom door.
Seeing him, Willow's eyes lit up. She put down her phone and remote, got out of bed, and rushed to him. She hurriedly greeted, "Honey."
She wrapped her arms around his waist. Reflecting on it, she thought maybe Mitchell was upset because she hadn't called him 'honey' all day. The internet always said that men need to be pampered, especially husbands. So, she called out sweetly, full of affection, a tone that usually made Mitchell surrender completely.
Sure enough, he was momentarily stunned by her sudden action. He looked at her with eyes full of tender affection. Her calling him 'honey' was like a gentle tug on his heart. He noticed her bare feet and frowned, then scooped her up in a princess carry and walked towards the bed, sighing softly, "Why did you come over without shoes? What if you catch a cold? You're not a kid anymore."
Willow snuggled in his arms, feeling his warmth. She looked up at his chin and profile, smiling smugly. She knew she was right; Mitchell was upset because she hadn't called him 'honey.'
Mitchell, sensing her smile, looked down at her. Willow's smug expression met his gaze, and he continued seriously, "Don't get out of bed without shoes again."
Although the apartment had heating, the floor was still cold. Willow liked walking barefoot, so Mitchell thought they might need to install underfloor heating.
Meanwhile, Willow, feeling her affectionate approach was working, continued in a soft voice, "Honey, are you done with your work?"
"Not yet. I'll take a shower. You stay in bed and keep warm," Mitchell replied, his voice a bit hoarse.
He tucked Willow into bed before heading to the bathroom.
Willow watched him, smiling, and when he turned to leave, she sweetly called out again, "Okay, honey."
Mitchell paused, realizing she was doing this on purpose.
He took his pajamas and went to the bathroom. After a quick shower, he returned to bed with his laptop, just like usual. He worked while Willow watched TV, a harmonious and quiet scene.
Willow's mind wasn't on the TV at all; she kept sneaking glances at Mitchell and his laptop screen. When he finished his emails, she immediately pounced on him, and asked eagerly, "Honey, are you done now?"
Mitchell put his laptop on the nightstand and pulled her onto his lap, facing each other. Willow's cheeks turned slightly red from the position, but she didn't look away, meeting Mitchell's intense gaze.
Willow affectionately called out to him, "Honey."
Mitchell's body reacted to her, his voice turned hoarse as he spoke. He asked, "Sweetheart, are you planning not to sleep tonight?"
Willow wrapped her arms around his neck, whispering in his ear, "Yes."
Mitchell felt her response ignite him completely. He cupped the back of her head and leaned in.
In the middle of the night, he looked at the person in his arms, gently stroking her cheek, filled with affection. He felt a bit guilty. He had been upset tonight, feeling a pang of jealousy when he saw Jimmy approach Willow. He knew Willow had no feelings for Jimmy, but he couldn't shake the feeling that Jimmy had ulterior motives. So, he was torn between jealousy and feeling petty.
Willow was so adorable, even initiating intimacy.
What was there to be jealous about?
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