Chapter 4: Descended The Mountain

Words : 1857 Updated : Feb 18th, 2024

The sun shone brightly at noon. Mitchell, who had packed his luggage, stood at the door of the Quinton residence's courtyard, looking lost. Rowena stood behind him, observing his back. She looked deep in thought. "Grandpa, Helena, I'm leaving!" "Grandpa, you should remember to read less of that kind of book in the future so as not to risk ruining your reputation." The corners of Bowen's mouth twitched. If Mitchell were not the only male descendant of the Quinton family, he would have beaten him long ago. "Helena, no one will calculate your menstrual cycle for you in the future, so remember to take care of yourself and stock up on your menstruation items." Helena was exasperated by his words, looking upset. Mitchell's words rendered her speechless sometimes. But when Mitchell came over and asked for a hug, Helena still opened her arms and embraced her younger brother. "Helena, will you come down the mountain to see me in the future?" Mitchell's voice was a little hoarse. Helena nodded. "Of course I will." "Okay, it's a deal. When the time comes, I'll treat you to some delicious hotpot!" Mitchell smiled innocently and made a promise to Helena. A short separation was just a way to reunite as a better person in the future. In the end, Mitchell followed Rowena down the mountain and disappeared from Bowen and Helena's sights. Helena frowned. She was not used to her brother's sudden departure. But then she thought about it and turned to look at Bowen, asking, "Grandpa, Mitch is the only male heir of Healer's Guild. It should be impossible for you to sell him for money, so there must be some hidden secret behind this matter, right?" "Helena, you know me well. It's time I tell you a story..." Bowen squinted his eyes, before turning around and heading into the courtyard. Helena, however, froze on the spot, looking stunned. … At two o'clock in the afternoon, at Southwest Airport, a beautiful, sexy lady wearing sunglasses suddenly appeared. The appearance of the woman attracted the attention of many tourists, but more people's eyes fell on the young man next to her. Dressed in a worn-out coarse cloth with patches on the cuffs, carrying an ancient package on his shoulder, and holding a snakeskin bag in his hand, Mitchell looked like a countryman, but this could not hide his handsome face and tall, strong physique. "Oh my god, Ms. Ximenez, is this the airport? Their legs are... Ah, there are so many people..." Mitchell, traveling for the first time after 18 years, looked around and saw many beautiful women in short skirts walking by, feeling very excited. At this moment, the hall announcement sounded, "Dear passengers, please note that flight MU8570 to Lotusville is about to take off. All passengers should check in as soon as possible..." Rowena said, "We can board the plane now. Let's go." Mitchell asked, "Ms. Rowena, it's my first time flying, and I don't quite understand. Are we going to sit or lay down?" Rowena was speechless. Mitchell continued, "Ms. Ximenez, are we going to stand?" Rowena stopped, glanced sideways at Mitchell, and said in a somewhat domineering tone, "Don't call me Ms. Ximenez in the future. After all, you are my fiancé now." Mitchell scratched his head and replied innocently, "Then I'll just call you... wifey?" "Ahem..." Rowena choked. She was still not used to this title, so she asked, "What did you call me ten years ago?" Mitchell recalled for a moment and blurted out, "Rowie?" Since the two were three years apart, Mitchell had opted to call Rowena "Rowie." When Rowena heard it, a sense of familiarity crept in. "Okay, call me Rowie." This brought the two closer as if they were transported back to that memorable summer. Then, Rowena took Mitchell's hand and walked to the boarding gate. While Mitchell thought about how soft her hands were, it never once crossed his mind that many young scions in Lotusville would die to hold Rowena's hand. … Not long after, the plane took off and broke through the sky. Mitchell was sitting by the window in the first-class cabin, looking unwell. After all, it was his first time flying, and he was feeling a bit airsick. "Hey, Miss!" Mitchell suddenly shouted. "Sir, how can I help you?" "Can you help me open the window to let some air in? It's a bit stuffy..." The stewardess looked embarrassed, and some jeers came from those around her. "Bring him a cup of hot water, thank you," Rowena replied. She looked at Mitchell with a gloomy face. "The cabin is completely enclosed; opening the window will kill people!" "Rowie, I feel a little stuffy and uncomfortable..." Mitchell complained, subconsciously leaning his head on Rowena's shoulder. Mitchell regarded Rowena as his sister, Helena, and had no concept of intimacy between men and women. Rowena widened her eyes. She had been so close to a man before. But as she thought about it, she realized that the boy next to her was her fiancé, and so she relaxed. Rowena's eyes went blank, her thoughts swirling. Soon, Mitchell calmed down, straightened his back, regained his energy, and started talking non-stop. "Rowie, what about my marriage engagement with Nina?" "When the time comes, I will take you to her place to cancel it." "By the way, since I am your live-in husband, do our future children have to bear your surname?" "…You're overthinking this." "Rowie, I have another question... Are you a Virgo?" "Pfft!" Rowena spat out a mouthful of coffee. She looked offended as her eyes filled with a murderous intent. "Mitchell, what do you mean? Do you want to die?" Noticing her fierce glares, Mitchell added seriously, "Rowie, I just want to ask if you are a Virgo, because I am a Sagittarius, and Sagittarius and Virgo are not compatible. We're not suitable for marriage..." Rowena was at a loss. She had been in the business for many years and had never met anyone like Mitchell, who could challenge her patience with just a few words. The next second, Rowena suddenly grabbed Mitchell's collar and said sternly, "Mitchell, I spent one billion to get you off the mountain. I don't want to hear you talk nonsense. If you are a live-in husband, you must at least act like one. Shut your mouth, okay?" "O-okay!" As soon as Rowena became fierce, Mitchell felt intimidated and nodded obediently, as if a mouse were being restrained by a cat. But at this moment, Mitchell was also thinking, "Haha, she's so beautiful, but she is really scary when she's fierce. It seems that when we get to Lotusville, I have to find a chance to run away. Otherwise, I can't imagine what will happen if I really become her husband." Rowena glanced sideways at Mitchell again, and her anger quickly dissipated when she saw that his eyes were clear and he looked harmless. But since she thought Mitchell talked too much, she simply asked the stewardess to give him food so that he would shut up. Mitchell's appetite was astonishing. After eating five steaks, he still complained that he was hungry, attracting strange looks from the people around him. However, Rowena was relieved that Mitchell had finally become quiet, so she took out a marriage contract from her bag and read it again. This engagement letter was about the betrothal between Mitchell and Nina, which Mitchell's grandfather had personally handed to Rowena before they left.

Chapter 4: Descended The Mountain

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