Chapter 514 The Intern Bursts In
Mitchell's office door was shut. Willow knocked twice and heard his familiar deep voice, "Come in."
She walked in, seeing Mitchell buried in his documents, not even looking up. Sunlight streamed through the window, casting a warm glow on his back.
To Willow, he looked like a prince charming. She quietly approached his desk, smiling without saying a word.
Mitchell, still engrossed in his work, was puzzled. He had heard a knock and said tell the person to come in, so why was no one there? If someone had knocked on the wrong door, he'd need to talk to the secretary center about it.
He frowned and looked up. Seeing Willow in a big down jacket, holding a thermos, and wearing a beret, he was stunned, his eyes locked on her.
Willow's smile grew bigger at his reaction. Any earlier annoyance vanished. She waved a hand in front of him and sweetly said, "Honey."
Mitchell snapped out of it, overjoyed. He quickly stood up, eyes full of her.
"Honey, why are you here? How did you get here? Why didn't you call me first? Is it cold outside? Did you get cold? Good thing you wore a hat," he rattled off, eyes full of tenderness.
Willow felt a warm sweetness inside.
"I brought you lunch. It's boring at home. The driver brought me, and I let him go back," she said, handing him the thermos.
Mitchell took the thermos and led her to their guest table, their special dining spot. Since Willow had been resting at home, he had been eating at his desk, so this table brought back fond memories.
He unpacked the thermos, finding lots of food and soup at the bottom. He looked up at Willow. "You haven't eaten yet?"
Willow nodded, "No, I wanted to eat with you."
Mitchell's heart melted. "Next time, eat something first. Don't go hungry."
"Okay, I brought snacks in my bag, so I won't starve," Willow said, taking out utensils.
Mitchell served her a bowl of soup. "Have some soup first."
Willow smiled and started drinking.
Just as she took a sip, someone barged in.
Willow, with her back to the door, didn't see who it was. But she recognized the voice as Savannah, who had been eyeing Mitchell for a while.
"Mr. Jonah, there's a document that needs your signature," Savannah's sweet voice rang out.
Mitchell looked up, slightly annoyed. It was almost noon, and someone barging in disrupted their warm moment. "Didn't they tell you during HR training to knock before entering a superior's office?"
A pitiful and sweet voice responded, making even Willow feel Mitchell's words might've been too harsh.
"Sorry, Mr. Jonah, I was in a hurry. I saw the door open and came straight in," Savannah said, tears welling up, looking pitiful.
Willow glanced back, feeling a bit sorry for her.
Mitchell didn't want to lose his temper, especially with his wife there. It wouldn't be good for prenatal education.
He coldly interrupted, "Alright, be more careful next time. Leave the document on the desk; I'll look at it later."
He didn't look at Savannah again.
Willow stayed quiet, focusing on her meal. She trusted herself and Mitchell. She came to see how two-faced Savannah, as described by Elizabeth, really was.
But Savannah didn't take the hint. She stood there, looking troubled, and said, "Mr. Jonah, the manager said it's urgent. Could you sign it now? I'm worried I'll get scolded."
Mitchell's frown deepened, his face darkening.
Savannah, ignoring his expression, kept standing there pitifully.
Mitchell took the folder and got up to get a pen.
As he did, Savannah followed closely, acting familiar. "Mr. Jonah, I didn't know you liked chicken soup. I know a place that makes great chicken soup. Want a recommendation?"
Mitchell quickly signed the document. "No need. You can leave now. Tell your manager not to bring documents during lunch."
He thought that this intern must be out of her mind. 'Terrible timing and presumptuous. Why would she think I like chicken soup?' The chicken soup was his wife's favorite, and they knew all the good spots in Horizon City. If they didn't, Lucas would.
Savannah took the document, showing no embarrassment, and even smiled. "Thank you, Mr. Jonah," as if given special treatment.
Then, she deliberately dropped the folder. As she bent to pick it up, Willow saw her low neckline, revealing a voluptuous chest.
Willow thought, 'She's really trying hard.'
Unexpectedly, even though Wilow had remained silent the whole time, Savannah glared at her before leaving.
Mitchell was busy serving Willow food and didn't see it. Otherwise, Savannah wouldn't have dared to glare so openly.
Finally, Savannah left, and Willow felt she had gained some insight. She hadn't expected such shameless behavior.
Mitchell sat back on the sofa, watching Willow finish a bowl of chicken soup, and served her another. His eyes and face were full of tenderness, completely different from how he had just spoken to Savannah.
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