"Stella's point of view,"
"What are you doing?"I feel as though I'm still asleep and dreaming something incredibly terrifying as I consider what he just did.
How is it possible for him to kiss me without my consent?
Oh, really, and last night you were sleeping with him cuddling you, and you had no issues. This time, however, he kissed you lightly on the forehead, and you are now experiencing issues. My subconscious doesn't have any issues with him kissing me.
After all, how is it possible?
It would be better if you didn't hold my husband or me responsible if all of this happened because of you. My subconscious blamed me entirely.
What did I do? I have no idea what I did wrong.
Recently, you didn't refer to him as your husband?
Yes, you are correct; all of this resulted from my error. I recognized my error. But why did I refer to him as my husband rather than Mr. Woods?
I can't even remember what occurred to me a while ago to explain why I was acting in such an odd way.
How would he feel about me right now?
Oh, come on. Nothing happened between you two that would make you feel so uneasy.
What? Do you consider this to be a minor issue? I am annoyed with both myself and Ethan after that monster kissed my forehead—and that, too, without my consent.
You can't lie to me, so please quit your drama. You liked his morning kiss.
Oh my God, my subconscious has access to all of my information.
Okay, I'll admit that I enjoyed his kiss. He placed his lips on my forehead, and goosebumps appeared all over my body. His lips have a very soft touch.
How would I react if his lips contacted the delicate part of my neck or my earlobe? Or he blows hot breath into the back of your ear.
Oh my God, what sort of thoughts do I have in the morning?
Rather than stopping me, you are provoking more lustful thoughts in me. I railed against my subconscious.
"Mrs. Woods, why is your face so hot? Do you have a fever?" The moment I heard his voice, my inner conflict ceased.
How am I supposed to explain to him I don't have a fever but that my face is getting hot from my irrational thoughts instead?
Wait, how does he know my face is hot? As soon as I caught sight of his hand, I realized his palm was resting on my cheek.
"Are you insane? Immediately remove your hand from my cheek." I yelled in a furious tone.
"What if I decide not to do this?" He inquired, raising an eyebrow.
"You must comply with my demand because we have a contract."
"Mrs. Woods, you instructed me to disregard the agreement we signed the previous night." On my waist, his other hand was sliding back and forth.
Oh, no, what is he doing? I believe that my wildest fantasies would soon come true if he continued to touch the delicate area of my body in this manner.
"Mr. Woods, be a gentleman. Regardless of what I said the night before, it is morning now." I attempted to distance my body from him.
"What if I don't pay attention to you?" He pulled at my body to get me to lie down once more.
"Then you are quite certain of the outcome of your action."
Why doesn't he see that if he continues to flirt with me in this way, I will likewise lose control of myself?
I have zero desire for us to become emotionally attached. Because I know fully that when this relationship ends, the pain it causes will be profound and take a very long time to heal.
Ethan will undoubtedly exploit my vulnerable side, just as Jordan did when he harmed me.
Stella, you're ruining the mood, so please stop. By thinking about your past, you spoiled such a wonderful morning. I'm baffled why you can't let go of the past. Please stop talking about this topic right now.
"Mr. Woods, stop wasting time; we need to get up early because it's getting late." My inward anguish was quickly restrained.
"Now, Mrs. Woods, stop telling me you need to get ready and go to the workplace." I listened to his taunt and couldn't help but laugh.
I'm puzzled about how he accomplishes this. He constantly tells me hilarious jokes when I'm feeling down, and it instantly lifts my spirits.
I mocked him, saying, " You had planned to tell this joke after staying up all night."
"No, Mrs. Woods, I had a wonderfully restful night's sleep last night, the best I've ever had." As his eyes scanned my body, I had the impression that I would avoid sunburn from the heat of the sun, but if he continued to do so, my face would undoubtedly heat up once more.
"Stop gazing at me and walk along with me. We must go to the same location that the plane dropped us off at yesterday."
I feel that Ethan Woods has undergone a significant shift today. Last night, I believe someone switched out cocky Ethan Woods for flirty Ethan Woods.
Why is this moron grinning so needlessly, I wonder? What kind of joke have I told him if he is grinning maniacally?
"Mrs. Woods, why are we returning to that location?" He inquired in a startled tone.
"Is it your intention to remain here indefinitely?" How is it he has such foolish questions?
"No, I can't spend every day fishing for my obese wife's meal while sitting on the beach." He mocked me.
Once more, he called me fat.
What's the issue with this man? He is the only one who ever refers to me as overweight; everyone else always compliments my figure. After hearing his mocking, I'm becoming enraged.
"Yes, I can't sleep next to a guy like Hulk every night," I responded by teasing him.
"Why? What's the issue with you sleeping in my bed?" He inquired, raising an eyebrow.
"Because I'm not your wife," I responded to him in a furious tone.
What has happened to him, and why is he acting so strangely?He had some crazy crab or mentally unstable fish for dinner the night before, which caused his mind to become deranged.
"Mrs. Woods, you and I were married in front of a large crowd at a church, and by this point, news of our union must have reached every country in the world. No one will now trust you."
Oh yes, he is entirely correct; I had never considered that. By now, I assume everyone is aware of our marriage. Right now, it's worth observing how my dear Lily Aunty and her adorable boy are expressing themselves.
Would Jordan also have heard about this?
Yes, without a doubt. But why do you think about him so much? I do not know. I find it difficult to comprehend why, since last night, I have been reflecting so much on my past.
"Mrs. Woods, Please explain to me why we came to this location." When we got there, he looked at me in confusion and inquired.
"To find the plane, I came here. But I believe we now need to find another exit from this island." I explained to him why I had come to this location.
"Yesterday, did you notice this box here?" His finger was pointing at a box.
"No, yesterday I didn't see any such box," I replied with a shoulder shrug.
"Should we check this box?"He questioned me, looking at me.
"Of course," I started walking toward that mysterious box right away.