"Stella's point of view,"
"Mr. Woods, what are you doing here?" I had just about drifted off to sleep when I suddenly sensed someone close by.
"Mrs. Woods, I can't sleep down there because the sand is so chilly." He said this, thoroughly repositioning his body inside the swing.
"You cannot join me for sleep." I quickly positioned my body in the swing's corner.
"Why?" With his hands behind his head, he asked a question.
"Because I specified in our contract that you will keep away from me and not think about our relationship as husband and wife," I uttered in a furious tone.
After all, how is it he occupied my swing like this? What does he think of himself as?
"Mrs. Woods, you'd better not bother me with your chatter because it's late, and I've had too much sleep." He said this while yawning.
"What do you think about yourself?" I asked as I punched his chest.
"Although I don't need to introduce myself because everyone already knows who I am, if you are very curious about who I am, then let me introduce myself as Ethan Woods, a man who consistently gets his goals." It filled his voice with pride.
"I didn't realize how nasty and haughty you were until you disturbed a girl who was sound asleep in this manner."
He is lying in the swing with his arms and legs extended. Upon seeing him, it appears as though I am being forced to sit in his, not my, swing.
"Mrs. Woods, I am just sleeping with my wife and not any other girls. Therefore, please refrain from making such false accusations against my character since I am a decent person." He continues to look for any excuse to make fun of me.
"Stop your shenanigans; I will not let you use my swing." I attempted to raise him by holding his hand.
Holy crap, what a hulking man! I get the impression that for dinner; he consumed iron blocks rather than fried fish.
Yes, you are 100% correct; my hand is quite sore from punching his chest. I expressed my sorrow to my subconscious.
"Oh, I see Mrs. Woods wants to test my strength." He immediately freed his wrist from my grip and grabbed my wrist.
"Leave my hand." I began yelling angrily.
"Shhh... relax, my lovely wife. If not, the nearby animals will become frightened upon hearing your frightful voice." He placed his palm over my mouth.
This man is genuinely very bizarre.
"Leave my mouth free." I attempted to get his hand out of my mouth, but that monster has far greater strength than I do.
"What are you saying? I don't comprehend what you're saying." He was having fun upsetting me in this way, as evidenced by the malicious grin on his face.
I've got to give this haughty man a lesson. I gave his hand a hefty bite after opening my mouth.
"Ouch... You are quite dangerous, so as soon as I return to New York, I'll build a cage to lock you in." He said this while observing the marks of my teeth on his hand.
"Shut up. Not me; you are the wild one. Even an animal has more manners than you do, so I can't even call you one. You are a monster."
There was no room in the swing for me because of his large body.
Why is he getting closer to me as I strive harder to avoid his touch? Should I ask him directly about what his aim is after all?
No, if you inquired in this manner, what would he think of you?
Yes, you're correct, but what should I do now? I asked my subconscious for guidance.
Never sleep with him on this swing, no matter what. So there's only one option left for me.
"You can rest comfortably on this swing, Mr. Woods, and I'll arrange something else for myself."
As I hung my feet on the swing, I said,
"Okay, Mrs. Woods, do as you, please. After all, I signed a contract with you that clearly states that I do not want to meddle in any decisions made by you. So, how can I interfere with any of your decisions?"
What does this man want, though? He occasionally violates the conditions of the contract by doing everything listed in it despite my objections, and other times, he reminds me of them himself. I see a mental issue with this man.
Stop annoying yourself; he is purposefully making fun of you. It gave me a subliminal suggestion to manage my rage.
How do you know he's teasing me like this?
I'm urging you to avoid this haughty man because you've started keeping too much information about him these days. I let my rage out on my subconscious.
Please don't blame me for the man's annoyance; I was only assuming from the mischievous grin on his face that he was teasing you. Because of this man, even my subconscious is now upset with me.
What do I do now?
"Whose terrifying voice was that?" I heard a pretty frightening sound as soon as I got off the swing.
"Come on, Mrs. Woods, you too have a sense of humor occasionally; after all, nobody else on this isolated island has a voice quite like yours." He mocked me. Can't he see how terrified I am right now? I've had enough of this man's torture; enough is enough.
"Ethan Woods: Either shut up straight or..." I pointed my finger at him and told him to shut up.
"What else?" He said this while lowering my finger with his hand.
"Well, I guess I'm the only fool wasting my time arguing with a fool like you."
I won't talk to this man for even a second, no matter what happens. I attempted to exit the swing once more, and only then did the frightful noise return to my ears.
Oh my God, I can't even descend by myself now.
What do I do now?
"Mrs. Woods, what happened? You were ready to leave the swing, weren't you?" After hearing his statements, my temper quickly flared to a dangerous level of rage.
I don't want to spend any time with this man, but that sound is so scary that I can't bring myself to get off the swing. Now, if I admit to him, I'm terrified right now. He'll start making fun of me once more. Even though I don't want to, I will now have to sleep with him. But what justification should I offer him?
"Mr. Woods, because I built this swing and it is already nighttime and the sand below is chilly, I see no reason to get off of it. I also don't want you to become sick from the cold. Whatever you are, you are still my husband. I then help everyone because my heart is enormous. If so, I can also assist you. We can both sleep on this swing if you cooperate with me just a bit."
Oh, God, I do not know what rubbish I am mumbling in my anxiety. I do not know what he must be thinking right now about me. After all, I had stipulated in the agreement that he would always keep a certain distance from me physically, and here I was talking to him about sharing a specially adjusted hammock with me.
"Does this imply that Mrs. Woods has consented to spend the night with her husband on this swing?"
Why are his eyes fixed on me in this manner? How can I now protect myself from his piercing gaze?
"Mr. Woods, that's enough for today. Stop making fun of me, quietly move your body a little, and let me relax as well." I said this while resting on his side.