"Ethan's point of view,"
"I don't understand why the plane is vibrating." She tightly squeezed my arm and closed her eyes.
"Oh, so brave Miss Parker experiences fear as the plane takes off." When I noticed her terrified expression, I burst out laughing.
"What a surprise, eh? I believe your grandmother intended to fly us both to an island and abandon us there." Even in this situation, I did not know Stella could speak. A person frequently keeps quiet while they are in this kind of terror.
"Why did you address me as Mrs. Woods? Have you forgotten that our marriage is by contract? You even gave me a public kiss, although I specifically stated in the contract that you had no claim to me or any of my property after our marriage. You acted against the terms of the agreement we made during the marriage itself. This error of yours will cost you a lot."
"Oh my God, stop talking so much, girl." How will I spend a year with this disaster? Even spending a day with her makes me feel like I've been with her for a century. I was thinking of her as a serene and intellectual person who is a little different from the other girls, but she is a walking chatterbox. I struggled to get my hand away from Stella's hold as I begged her to let go of my arm.
"You can't see that the plane is going to take off; if something goes wrong and I am injured, what will happen to my company?"
Oh my God, what has happened to this girl, and why does she act in such a weird way?
"Please stop nipping at my arm with your nails."
What should I do now that she is gripping me so tightly that I can't get my hand out of her grasp?
"Are you so sensitive that even a minor prick from my fingernail will offend you? I'll continue to hold your hand in this position until the plane takes off." She informed me while her eyes were closed.
"Oh my God, where did my grandma trap me? What sort of strange surprise is this?" I'm left with no choice but to put up with this girl's crap at this point.
Oh my goodness, are you finding her irritating, or are you just trying to feed your ego? Suddenly, my great subconscious started niggling at me once more.
No, it isn't what you may assume; instead, I'm quite upset with this female, and her nails are piercing my arm like needles.
Oh, why did you kiss her if you were so angry with her? Why is my subconscious bugging me with such pointless inquiries?
That kiss was only a show-off since I didn't want to tell the world that I contracted a marriage to a stubborn girl for my grandmother's happiness. Oh, but it didn't seem like you were kissing her to preserve your reputation from how you were kissing her.
I've had it with your crap; stop it.
You have to accept, Ethan, that you have feelings for Stella. My mind replayed the moment of our kiss in the chapel while I paid attention to my inner voice.
Feeling her near me put me in a trance, and as my lips contacted her full, juicy lips, it was like a current surged through my veins. As I tasted her lips, I felt as though there was nothing in the world tastier than this. I also felt as though I had forgotten everything around me. I didn't even notice that my hands had immediately reached her neck and waist. She restrained me by biting my lips after I tried to taste the inside of her mouth.
The tip of her angry red nose was telling me plainly that she didn't enjoy me kissing her in this manner. She was furious with me for going against the terms of the agreement. But I was utterly astonished when she complimented me in front of my grandmother.
She always seemed to be in a bad mood, so I never imagined that she would treat my grandmother so nicely.
Observing the irate look on her face was a lot of fun for me.
Mrs. Woods becomes enraged when she is addressed by this moniker, but she quickly masks her rage with her artificial smile. I've come up with a brand-new way to tease her. A sly grin spread across my face as I entertained the prospect of my next nasty idea.
"You have absolutely no manners. How could you mock my condition in such a way?" Once more, her voice seared my ears like fire.
"What have I done right now?" I inquired, shrugging my shoulders.
"Mr. Woods, surely you're joking, right?"
"Not at all, Mrs. Woods, not like that. Now that no one is in the immediate area, please refrain from calling me Mrs. Woods, much to my annoyance. And please explain why you kissed me without my consent."
Keeping a serious expression on her face, she asked the question.
"Do I then have to wait for permission before I may kiss my wife in front of everyone?"
"I'm not your wife." She spoke while keeping her folded hands on her chest.
"But to the rest of the world, you are, Mrs. Woods, and I don't want to tarnish my reputation because of your ridiculous terms. "
"I will sue you in court if you approach me without my consent once more."
She yelled at me.
"Oh? In that case, I will also sue you." After hearing her threat, I started laughing out loud.
"Why are you going to charge me? What have I done to you?" She asked in a furious tone.
"You intentionally tried to kill me, and I have evidence to prove it."
"What the hell are you talking about?"
I pointed out the nail marks on my arm and said, "Look at this.
"You make a lousy joke, Mr. Woods." She spoke in a grating manner.
"Do you behave strangely like this every time a plane takes off, Mrs. Woods?" I gave her a startled look.
"Yes, when the plane takes off, I am nervous."
"So, would you always start nipping your nails and chatting in this manner?" I'm not sure why my desire to learn more about her grew.
"No, I take sleeping medications before takeoff on the flight. However, today's events happened so quickly that I didn't even have time to take a sleeping pill." As she fiddled with her fingers, she said,
"Oh, it means that you used your nail power first time."
"Sorry, Mr. Woods, but there was no malice intended. I was so terrified that I spoke nonstop to distract myself." She said this while staring me down.
"Have you shown regret for your error to me?" My ears are defying belief. I must have heard incorrectly.
"Yes, Mr. Woods, don't be too shocked; I'm sorry I nailed you."
"What? But how come you can make things right with me so quickly? You are highly resistant to admitting you made a mistake. Why, therefore, have you admitted your error now when nothing has changed between us?"
I did everything to hear her apology, but she still said sorry to me with difficulty, and now she's apologizing to me for her minor error.
"I have no problem admitting my error and apologizing to others, but I only do it when I am the one who is at fault. You asked me to apologize just to appease your ego; however, you will soon pay for such pointless arrogance."
"Mrs. Woods, are you threatening me?" I asked, and my brow furrowed.
"No, Mr. Woods; I'm only issuing a caution. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to sleep for a bit." She said this while closing her eyes.
"Stella Parker, you are such an intriguing subject to learn." I don't know why, but the more I attempt to untangle your meaning, the more confused I get. She relaxed in her seat and slept soundly. And I don't understand why I can't control my smile when I look at her face.
"Oh my God, what is happening to me?"