"Stella's point of view,"
"Mrs. Woods, have you created this?"
Other than me, does he see anyone else here?
"No, ghosts made it instead of me." After hearing him out, I responded in a grating manner.
His statements have already irritated me.
"I did not know how talented my darling wife is." Looking at me, he said. But this time, instead of hearing teasing, I heard sincere admiration. Does this imply that I'm receiving praise from the great Ethan Woods? I questioned my subconscious.
It looks like I experienced a similar thing. My guess was correct, thanks to my subconscious.
Does this arrogant man even understand how to value others' achievements? For me, this is something entirely new. Getting new information about this conceited man is more exciting to me than finding food and shelter on this isolated island.
"Wow. Mrs. Woods, I had no clue you could create such a lovely swing out of coconut leaves. Tell me right away where you got this concept."
The positive thoughts I had for him that had just emerged after listening to him were abruptly put to an end. There isn't a single characteristic about this man that I can like, so I futilely try to discover his positive aspects of him.
"Do you question my skills, Mr. Woods? You should know I work as an architect, so performing such creative tasks is not a major deal."
I'm not sure why I feel it's appropriate to show my abilities in front of him when I might have ignored his query. I don't want any of his remarks to affect me, but in reality, I am affected by every little thing he does.
"Oh, and if you believe in your originality so much, then show it."
Why is he making me feel so challenged?
"To prove what?" In a grating tone, I inquired.
"You can convince me you have some talent if you claim to have made this swing and then make a second, identical swing right in front of my eyes."
"I'm a better architect, so the great Ethan Woods is envious of me, right? "
To judge by his reactions, he is becoming increasingly enraged as he listens to me. But what else can that poor man do but be envious of me?
"Stella Parker became too afraid to accept my challenge." His brow furrowed as he spoke.
"Stella Parker has no fear of anyone, especially a man like you, so no, not at all. I enjoy destroying the pride of a haughty man like you more than I enjoy winning a race." Looking into his deep blue eyes, I accepted his challenge.
"Okay, Mrs. Woods. Now, will you help me find the wood?" He gave me the instructions.
He has no right to command me. I wonder whether he considers me as his office assistant who obediently carries out his orders.
"Why ought I to pay attention to you?" I asked with a shrug of the shoulders.
"Because it is spelled out nowhere in the contract that you won't assist me, my lovely wife, you must assist your husband, and you cannot refuse."
Oh my God, what is wrong with this man that he keeps bringing up the term that was included in our contract? When I leave this island, the first thing I'll do is revise our agreement so that this man won't continue to punish me in this way.
But for the time being, you must assist him. My subconscious reminded me of my helplessness me.
"Please explain to me, Mr. Woods, what you intend to do with so many trees." When a lot of wood had accumulated, I asked him in a grating manner while looking at him.
"I'll cook some supper in these woods." In a very proud voice, he responded.
"Oh, so will these woods burn naturally, or will a falling fiery meteorite from the sky ignite them on fire?"
This man acts, giving nothing a second thought.
"Mrs. Woods, your imagination is quite strong, but nothing quite like what you are imagining will happen. Instead, we can burn the fire by rubbing a stone on it, like people used to do in earlier times."
He began rubbing two stones he had pulled out of the sand.
I did not give him the name "Wild Monkey" out of the blue. Now, I am quite certain that he is the first man descended from a monkey. When I imagined him with a raised tail and a monkey-like mouth, I couldn't stop giggling.
"What about it is funny now?" He looked at me and asked gruffly. I did nothing but attempt to keep my laughter in check. If I revealed the amusing shape in which I was picturing him, he would undoubtedly become enraged.
What will I do if he abandons me on this island by myself once more?
"Mrs. Woods, didn't you tell me that someone who laughs uncontrollably is referred to as crazy?" While rubbing one stone against another, he spoke. He had been attempting to start the fire for so long.
"The fire won't burn this way, I'm sure of it."
"Mrs. Woods, your husband is not one to give up easily." By rubbing two stones together, he finally started a fire.
"Well, congratulations. If you're finished praising yourself, then let's eat." I was deteriorating because of hunger.
"Oh my God, Mrs. Woods, you are way too impolite; please don't forget to congratulate your husband on his success." This man is incredibly egocentric.
"Okay, Mr. Woods, when we return to the city, I'll hold a sizable news conference and announce your fantastic find to the globe." His statements are currently doing nothing more than aggravating me because I am already famished.
"Ok, now let me show you my skills in cooking, and after that, you can tell me about my taste in your press conference." He said this while laughing.
Why is his smile so alluring to me right now? His smile conveys something. Oh my God, what am I doing? I'm not a teen, so stop grinning.
He wrapped the fish in a thick stick and roasted it over an open fire. He also brought crabs and seashells with him. Oh, I see. He arrived late because he had so much to collect. I had mistakenly assumed he had abandoned me on this island.
"So, Mrs. Woods, you're ready to taste the cuisine that the famous Ethan Woods has prepared." He set roasted fish, boiled crabs, and boiled oysters in front of me.
Wow, I did not know that it could make food arrangements on a remote island with such variety. His use of logic astounded me greatly, and I was also really taken aback by him.
"However, Mrs. Woods, you just need to taste the food; I'll consume the rest of it myself. Because I do not want my beautiful wife's diet to be ruined in the least."
I now have to admit to him that I am not on a diet and that I am quite hungry.
"Mr. Woods, even though my weight is fine right now, I had planned to diet later." As I put the oyster in my mouth, I murmured.
"The roasted fish suffices to fill my stomach if I place some spices on top of it."
"As per the orders of my boss." He immediately put his hand in his pants pocket and took out some spices.
"Don't say you always keep spices in your jeans pocket now." I stared at him in disbelief.
"No, not at all. I ordered pizza before going to church, and in my rush, I forgot to take the spice pouch out of my pocket."
"Oh, but the flavor of the food has improved significantly because of your spices."
"Thank you, Mr. Woods."
"Oh, is my lovely wife saying thank you to me?"
"Of course, I say. I'm going to bed because I'm exhausted. Good night, Mr. Woods." He has teased me all day, and now I intend to get even.