"Ethan's point of view,"
"Mr. Woods, Are you alright?" Her voice contained worry for me.
What am I doing, oh no?
Stella can not see my frail side because she will undoubtedly make fun of me if she knows about my sensitive side. But as I watch her feed me with her hands, I realize how much I am missing my mother right now.
Stella Parker worries about me because she perceives I am internally very joyful. She not only gave me water to drink but also apologized to me for her practical joke when she saw I was becoming more upset because of the chilly. It severely hurt my male ego when I learned about her joke, but when she accepted responsibility for her actions in front of me and apologized to me, I changed my opinion of her from being extremely ruthless to caring.
My heart forgave her right away. I was utterly shocked by her action when she gave me yogurt with her hand.
She may try to reduce her internal shame by giving you yogurt because she is so ashamed of her error. Once more, my male ego incited me to retaliate against Stella.
Her error embarrassed me if and apologies to you.
What is wrong with you? There are very few people who admit their error and apologize in front of others, or else some people find it difficult to say thank you and please. Once more, my subconscious made fun of me.
I wanted to feel more of her concern for me, but she simply gave me one teaspoon of yogurt with her hand. The image of her showing me her compassionate side occupied my thoughts.
In front of her, I spoke words like "please" and "thank you" with ease. I still don't think I'm real. Despite the many efforts people make to hear these words from my mouth, I still avoid speaking them to anyone except Stella Parker. Others are desperate to hear me say "please" and "thank you," but I have never said these words to them. Now that Stella Parker is truly different from other people, I have also accepted this.
"Oh no, Mr. Wood, your grandmother? What style of clothing is this? I can't wear these outfits." She glanced at me angrily as she opened a trolley that contained clothing.
"Why? After all, why is it that everything about my grandmother bothers you so much?" I questioned her as I observed her.
"Considering that I am unsure of what your grandmother expects from me," she spoke angrily in response to what I said.
"After all, what my grandmother has sent into this trolley, which you are finding so offensive," I approached her and peered into the trolley.
"You will undoubtedly look fantastic in these clothes." I attempted to restrain my laughter, but after observing her face's grating expressions, I was powerless.
"Why don't you wear this dress, Mr. Woods, since you like it so much?" She retrieved the black net nightgown from the trolley and hurled it in my direction.
"Mr. Woods, perhaps the fact that your throat condition has entirely subsided, is the reason you have resumed flirting with me."
The tip of her nose was red with rage.
Flirt?
Does she think I'm trying to flirt with her?
Oh, of course, any girl will think you are a characterless flirt if you make such a seductive remark while staring at her body and nightgowns. My subconscious answered my question.
But I was only making fun of her.
You don't lie to me; I know that just by observing her nightgown; you have already begun picturing her in this outfit.
I am your subconscious, and I am familiar with all of your thoughts.
Oh no, what have I done?
Stella, who is seated in front of me, interprets my sincere remarks as flirtatious ones, and my subconscious accuses me of lacking character.
Have you paid close attention to what that obstinate girl just teased you with? Stella's remark came to mind thanks to my male ego.
Oh yes, I forgot to answer Stella's taunt because I was too busy talking to my subconscious.
"Are you threatening me, Mrs. Woods? No, I'm simply warning you that anything may happen to you if you try to flirt with me or approach me again. I was the target of her threat."
"Mrs. Woods, oh, your threat made me nervous," I said as I moved in her direction.
"Mr. Woods, stay away from me." She took a step backward.
"Mrs. Woods, where are you going to run away from me now?" There was no room for me to move back with her after her back hit the wall, so I kept moving in her direction.
The only way she could get away from me was by keeping both of my hands on her left and right sides.
"Where are you going to leave me, Mrs. Woods? You now know the potential repercussions of threatening Ethan Woods." My male ego had taken Stella's remarks so seriously that I truly started flirting with her.
"Stop harassing me, Mr. Woods, or you'll be held accountable for whatever happens." She yelled at me once more.
"What will you do if I don't pay attention to you?" I inquired as I gazed into her eyes.
"I'll do that by putting chili powder in your eyes." On the table by her side, she took some chili powder.
Oh no, I am extremely familiar with this insane female, and I should leave her alone right away if she has told me she plans to do something.
"What happened, Mr. Woods? Would you prefer to stop making flirtatious comments to me now?" She was ecstatic about winning.
All this is happening because of my grandmother. What was the need for her to send chili powder? People exist without consuming chili powder. Stella and my grandmother seem to want to trouble me right now, or else there wouldn't be a need for chili powder on this isolated island.
My grandma stoked the flames of hostility by sending Chilly to us, and now we're both contributing fuel to the fire.