"Stella's point of view,"
"Mrs. Woods, did you sleep well?" When I opened my eyes, Ethan's face was there in front of me.
"How did I get here? Did I doze off while seated?" I looked around.
"I made you lie down on the bed because the trip was long, and sitting on the seat for an extended period could hurt your neck." He responded to me, his eyes glued to the laptop's display.
"What? Do you mean you held me in your arms and brought me here?"
How can he be of such a caring nature that I find it impossible to believe his words? I'm sure that someone else brought me here.
"You brought me here, and I can't believe it," I asked the thought that had just crossed my head.
"Why do you think I can't pick you up here, Mrs. Woods?"
Is he trying to ignore me by having his eyes glued to the laptop for so long? Should I tell him he lacks sympathy and that showing concern for me could damage his reputation as a monster? I won't be able to ruin my mood by being disrespectful to him.
"Tell me, Mrs. Woods, why do you disbelieve my words." When he asked, I emerged from my inner realm of contemplation.
"Since I don't believe you can take me here by yourself without help," I said as I pressed both hands to my chest.
"Yes, Mrs. Woods, I agree you are overweight."
"What do you mean? Do you mean to say that I am too fat?"
How is that even possible? I have never been labeled fat before.
Yes, because nobody had previously attempted to raise your overweight body. My subconscious also began making fun of me.
"You are overweight, without a doubt, and I believe you need to pay attention to your diet." He wants to tease me, as seen by the evil smile on his face.
"You can not call me overweight in this manner," since he is having more fun. I want to punch him in the face when I see the smile on his face.
"Please let me know where we're heading. Or will we spend the rest of our lives on travels like this?" I questioned in a grating manner.
"Mrs. Woods Even though I do not know where we are headed, the flight attendant informed me that there are still three hours of travel ahead of us." He responded, keeping a grave expression on his face.
"Who changed my clothes, I wonder?" I suddenly knew I was wearing a comfy T-shirt and shorts rather than a heavy wedding gown.
I inspected the clothes I was wearing and was startled to see that they were the right size. But did Ethan change my dress? He can not accomplish that. He may not go against the agreement we signed.
But he had broken your rules before, and he just kissed you to save his reputation. If no one else is around the other for the two of us, why would he change my clothes?
Stella, why are you so foolish? Since you just stated that there are only the two of you here, who else except him is going to change your clothes? I was certain beyond any doubt that this pompous man had altered my clothes after listening to the logic of my subconscious.
"How dare you touch me? Do I need to keep reminding you of the terms outlined in our agreement?" I yelled as I threw the bed's pillow his way.
"Please don't be upset, Mrs. Woods; I did everything I could to ensure your comfort." He replied, grabbing the pillow I had flung.
"You should stop calling me Mrs. Woods all the time." He has been trying to annoy me on purpose for a very long time, I've noticed.
"Okay, darling wife, please try not to get upset."
Oh God, if this man continues to annoy me in this manner, I will kill him.
"It won't be good for you if you try to touch me again or if you get even nearly close to me," I yelled indignantly.
"Okay, Mrs. Woods." Why is this moron grinning so broadly? did I tell him a joke?
"I need to eat, so please move aside." I gave him the go-ahead to get out of my path.
"Let's go outside; I've been waiting for you to get up while the food has been on the table for a while." He said and provided me with a way to exit.
"Haven't you eaten anything yet?" It shocked me as I stared at him.
"No, I needed to send some urgent mail." He responded, keeping a grave expression on his face.
Was this the cause of his lack of food intake? I again questioned my subconscious.
Of course, he was expecting you to awaken from your slumber, according to you. Once more, my subconscious made fun of me.
Okay, so why do I keep picturing that guy? I spoke in a grating manner.
"Will you merely have green salad and juice, my beloved wife?"
"Yes, I'm not starving," I responded while savoring a drink.
The scrambled eggs on his plate make my mouth water, but I now need to reduce weight. After all, he has called me obese and made fun of me. I was completely helpless when I saw the pancakes that were kept on the table.
May I eat a pancake?
You can't do that right now since my subconscious forbids me from even glancing at the pancake.
Yet why? If I eat a pancake, what will happen?
How can you eat pancakes when you just tell Ethan that you aren't even hungry?
Oh yes, you are entirely correct; I overlooked this quail. I gave in to my subconscious's advice and consented.
"Do you have a diet, my lovely wife?" While adding syrup to his pancake, he questioned.
"Not at all.
I desired a nutritious meal." I immediately turned my gaze away from his dish and fixed it on my green salad.
Is he intentionally making fun of me?
If you're going to stare at his food with such eager eyes, then what else are you expecting from him? Not one opportunity is being missed by my subconscious to correct me.
Suddenly, a landing announcement was made inside the aircraft.
"Mrs. Woods, are you worried about the landing?" After hearing the announcement, he asked me a question.
"No, I only get nervous during takeoff for flights."
"Oh, thank God, I had imagined that you would once again use your nails to sketch something on my arm."
"You can not mock me in this manner."
I yelled in a furious tone.
"You may count on me to torment you, darling wife. Nowhere in our contract does it say that I can't tease you."
This individual is on par with the devil. I would have included a clause in the contract stating that Ethan Woods may not tease me under any circumstances if I had known beforehand that he makes fun of people after discovering other people's flaws.