"Ethan's point of view,"
"Where are you going, Mrs. Woods?" I questioned her as soon as she left her seat after finishing dinner.
"Mr. Woods, I believe that after saying good night, people frequently go to sleep."She spoke to me in a grating manner.
"No, it's not at all like that." I had to keep her from falling asleep. After all, how is it she can snooze so quickly? She now needs to make the same swing for me as well so that I can get a good night's sleep.
Oh, so that's the reason you challenged her. I revealed my strategy to my subconscious.
Yes, of course, I know fully that if I asked her directly to make the same swing for me, she would never pay attention to me, so I informed her I have no faith in her ability. As I had expected, she became enraged and agreed to my challenge.
Oh, so you're attempting to manipulate her with such mind tricks? My subconscious questioned me angrily. Naturally, what is wrong with it?
You could also make a request. Why does my subconscious have such powerful feelings for Stella?
No, I'm Ethan Woods, and I don't need to bend down to anyone, especially this feisty female. I am extremely aware of how to persuade her.
Just keep watching as she makes a great swing for me as well. I couldn't wait to watch my idea become a reality right before my eyes.
You're doing it wrong. Don't take advantage of her by irritating her in this way.
Stop lecturing me, please.
"Why are you still standing, Mrs. Woods? Have you forgotten that you need to finish your task?"
"Mr. Woods, I'm quite exhausted today, but I'll finish the task you set for me in the morning." She got to her feet and answered after a moment's thought.
"No, you can't do that."I held her hand and prevented her from leaving.
"Why?Why can't I do such a thing?" She asked me while arching her brows.
"You have until today to fulfill this challenge."She can't break her promise this way.
"Mr. Woods, I only accepted your challenge; I omitted the fact that I would fulfill it tonight for you." She spoke to me in a furious tone.
What should I do now, oh no!
"Mrs. Woods, you'll have to pay attention to me."
"Why? Which literature states that I must follow your orders?" She inquired, her brow furrowed.
Oh my goodness, why is this girl so obstinate? I wish I had presented her with my terms before signing the contract.
Have you not already provided her with your terms?
Oh, please, be quiet. I have no desire to hear your crap. I told my subconscious to stop talking.
When I return from here, this will be the first thing I do. Otherwise, it will be tough to live with this obstinate girl, so I will have to add a few extra clauses to our agreement.
Yes, you are entirely correct, and I support your choice wholeheartedly. My internal male ego said, "But now I have to convince her to accept my challenge."
"Mrs. Woods, you must obey me in everything because I am your husband."
Wow, this is the best justification you could come up with to convince her to accept. My subconscious mocked me once more.
"How many times do I have to tell you, Mr. Woods, that you are not my husband but my contracted spouse for a year?"
Stella Parker was returning to her harsh old self.
"You must obey me in everything as long as you are my legal wife, regardless of how short our marriage is." Despite my best efforts, I can not prevail in our dispute.
She ignored me and said, "Good night, Mr. Woods."
"You can not treat me in this manner." Now that I'm becoming annoyed at her. I made her such a lovely dinner, but she couldn't even do that much for me. This girl is self-centered.
You already know that while you can control anyone in the world, controlling Stella Parker is not possible. She began ignoring you while you were considering manipulating her. I am always being ridiculed by my subconscious.
Okay, I'm tired of this girl's tantrums; I need to reintroduce her to my old, haughty Ethan Woods, so she understands I am in charge of everything and that everyone must always obey my orders.
"Miss Parker, I'll be sleeping on this swing from now on; find yourself another spot to rest." I attempted to obstruct her path by spreading both of my hands in the air.
"How insane are you, Mr. Woods? Naturally, since I built this swing, I will use it to sleep." She took my hand away and cleared the way for her departure.
"You can not accomplish that. Where will I sleep if you sleep on this swing?"
"Mr. Woods, that is not a concern of mine." She responded to my query in a grating manner.
"I'll just sleep on this swing. If I don't sleep here, I won't make you sleep on this swing either.
"What sort of insistence are you putting forth? You want to take possession of the swing that I worked so hard to make, too." Her nose's tip had once more gone red from anger, and in the moon's light, it appeared even more alluring.
What am I doing? How am I supposed to compliment her in this circumstance? She is currently my opponent and has taken control of my swing.
Oh really, my subconscious interrupted me again.
Okay, I accept she has a right to this swing, but what would be the harm in my sleeping there?
You are fully aware of the fact that I rarely sleep on the ground.
So you're saying she sleeps on the floor, I see. Again, my subconscious sympathized with her.
"Get out of my way, Mr. Woods: You can't fulfill your obstinacy everywhere." It left me standing when she fell asleep on the swing.
What shall I now do? I was gazing up while sitting on the sand. I was very exhausted, but I couldn't fall asleep at all. Nobody will sleep on such chilly sand, after all. I spent a lot of time gazing at the brilliant stars in the night sky, but now I'm alone and don't know what to do.
Should I rouse Stella from her nap?
Yes, that will be fine. I can easily pass the time by making fun of her.
No, you won't do that at all. She is already quite exhausted from your bothering her today, so it's best not to think about bothering her further.
So should I keep sitting here alone like a boar? I questioned my subconscious in a grating manner.
Yes, of course, since you are to blame for your boredom.
Oh my God, I can't stay here for too long; I'm getting sleepy as well. I thought of God.
If your male ego does not rule you, I have the answer to your problem. When I first heard the voice in my heart's recess, I determined not to pay any attention.
At all costs, I won't do this.
Okay, so as you spend the entire night alone on this freezing beach, you continue counting the stars in the sky. My subconscious reminded me of my helplessness me.
But what would she think of me if I did this? Will she think I'm taking advantage of the circumstances?
Yes, that is why I am encouraging you to ask her for help. She is a very sweet girl, so she will undoubtedly be willing to assist you. My subconscious compelled me to ask her permission. You don't need to ask her permission because you are her husband; just shut up. My male ego and subconscious were at odds.
Okay, I'll follow your instructions completely, but I won't ask for Stella Parker under any circumstances. My male ego takes over again, as it always does.