"Stella's point of view,"
"What are you doing sitting here alone, Mr. Woods?"
He came and sat alone here on this rock, leaving me in the hut all by myself. I waited for him to return for a very long period, and when he did not return, I came here looking for him and saw that he was sitting here alone, talking to himself.
I stood far away and attempted to hear him, but his rambling was too difficult to make out. But judging by the look on his face, I got the impression that he was extremely anxious about something.
What could that be, exactly?
Am I the cause of his angst?
No, this can not happen. Why would he even bother to consider me? He doesn't even care that I exist; the only reason he even kissed me was during a passionate exchange.
What then might cause his melancholy? My subconscious was making inquiries. I don't know what to say in response to the question; should I approach him and listen to him?
Of course, but since he has been attempting to ignore you ever since that kiss, you must take extra care he doesn't feel your presence at all. My subconscious advised me to pay close attention to what he said.
Why, though, should I care so much about his sorrow? I'm avoiding him because I don't want any of his statements to impact me. He has often attempted to speak with me under the guise of work, but I can only respond with a yes or a no.
It shocked me to hear from him when I told him that his grandma had only sent one pair of the items we required and that I should keep what I needed for myself and leave the rest for him.
After all, what has happened to Ethan Woods to where he is putting the comfort of others before his own? He worked with me to build the hut in the beginning, and now he is giving me the first opportunity to choose the items. There is an issue with his mind.
He declared he was completely OK and that he wanted some alone time after I examined his health by resting my hand on his forehead.
I was curious why he was acting so impolitely, but I didn't feel it was essential to bother him. He seems upset with me, but I have done nothing that would deserve his annoyance. Instead, I should let him know how I feel about his behavior, but I'm shocked at how startled I am by myself.
Why don't I get mad at him?
Do I feel anything for him?
No, this cannot happen. I have no feelings for him. I attempted to counter my subconscious's reasoning.
But wait, I'm telling myself, why is Ethan saying the same thing over and over again in such a loud voice?
He seems to listen in on the discussions I have with my subconscious.
No, what kind of foolish thoughts do I have? How is it possible for him to hear the dialogue I have with my subconscious? But why does he keep saying the same thing as I do?
"The kiss we shared was purely for enjoyment; I have no feelings for her. I needed entertainment on this isolated island, after all." He kept saying the same thing again and again.
Every time I heard his sentence, my heart grew more and more sorrowful.
"Did you hear what I just said, Ms. Parker?" He certainly appeared startled when he suddenly saw me in front of him, based on his facial expressions. Should I let him know that I have heard everything he has said to me and that I am now fully aware of his true intentions?
No, you won't divulge anything to him. You must remain silent because if you tell him that his words and deeds impact you, he will undoubtedly harm you even more. I wanted to tell him the truth, but my subconscious prevented me.
"Miss Parker, why are you being quiet? Do you understand everything I've said?"
"No, Mr. Woods; I simply came to check on you to see if everything was well. I had been expecting you to arrive for breakfast for a while, but when you didn't, I came looking for you. Who else is there on this isolated island besides the two of us to prevent us from becoming boars, after all?"
Despite my best efforts, I could not control my need to taunt him because of my internal resentment.
"Do you believe you didn't pay attention to anything I said, Ms. Parker?" He questioned, raising an eyebrow.
Oh bad, what have I done? I guess after hearing my taunt; he doubted me. I had to change the topic between us right away because I didn't want to let him know that I'd heard what he's said. If he's looking at me for amusement, I'll give him a lesson in his language.
"Indeed, Mr. Woods, I haven't heard from you. After all, you were chatting to yourself while seated in such a way that you might find it difficult to listen to me." I attempted to read his thoughts by observing his facial expression.
"Miss Parker, it's not what you think it is. Do you think I'm insane about sitting here alone and chatting like this? I was just shocked to see you here suddenly." I listened to him and could not stop giggling. Even though I'm furious with him right now, his amusing conversations made me smile.
"So, Mr. Woods, you could have shown your insanity with the rest of your acts rather than sitting by yourself and talking to yourself in this manner." As I saw Ethan's amusing expression, despite my best efforts to restrain myself, I giggled even harder.
"Stop making fun of me like that, Ms. Parker." He rubbed the back of his neck and muttered.
"Come on, Mr. Woods, that's the best I can do to pass the time on this isolated island." The more I attempt to forget what he said, the more I remember his words.
"What do you mean, Miss Parker?" His expression returned to seriousness.
So, you know, he turned out to be just like any other billionaire and enjoys sleeping with different women every night. But I have to make Ethan Woods aware of his limitations and that Stella Parker is not just any regular girl; he is trying to flirt with her. I must inform him that by trying to entangle himself with me, he is trying to burn himself so severely that no medical doctor in the world can save him.