"Stella's point of view,"
"Why are you uttering such nonsense?" After hearing his statements, I feel a growing sense of dread.
What will I do if he tries to force me to do something with him?
"I wasn't talking gibberish; rather, you started talking nonsense. I was simply informing you that we can not stay on the swing and now must make alternative accommodations." His voice was vehemently angry.
He is correct in what he is saying.
After reading the letter, I responded aggressively. I ought to have restrained my annoyance. I lost control of my anger and stumbled over my words. Why did I need to tell him all of those things, after all?
In our conversation, I also mentioned that the most delicate part of my body is my waist. What would he be considering about me right now? He'll make fun of me now for this. What shall I now do?
"I'll now follow my grandmother's instructions exactly." He said this while grasping my finger.
Oh no, from the look on his face, I get the impression that he is not kidding at all this time, but seems intent on fulfilling his grandmother's wish. I don't want to become pregnant so quickly. Oh, no.
Enough! Stop your nonsense; nothing will happen the way you imagine it will. I restrained my subconscious from having pointless notions in its head.
"Mr. Woods, leave my hand." I attempted to get my hand out of his hold.
"No, releasing your grasp will cause me to tumble into the ocean." A large sea wave suddenly approached us and attempted to carry both of us with it. My hulking husband lost his footing and sloshed with the wave, but he didn't get soaked alone; he dragged me along with him.
"What are you doing, Ethan Woods?" I tripped and landed on him completely.
"What have I done, Mrs. Woods? Everything that is happening is because of you; if you had not been so angry with me, I wouldn't have made it to the very edge of the water and backtracked." He said while keeping his hand on my waist.
Oh my God, this man never admits his error. I get the impression that this man's vocabulary is devoid of expressions like "please" and "sorry." But why won't he take his hand off my waist? He will now repeatedly use this new method of torture on me.
I tried to get away from him, but as soon as I did, we both got soaked by another large sea wave.
"Mrs. Woods, not even the water, would like you to keep even a small distance from my body." His hold on my waist was firmer. I must prevent him from doing this.
Oh no. The statement in his grandmother's letter will come true if he continues to touch me in this way.
Why do I keep coming back to that letter in my mind? There is no need for me to be so furious since his grandmother is unaware of the contract we have, and any normal grandparents would expect such things after marriage.
However, Ethan's odd behavior is making me feel uneasy. After all, why is he talking to me like this? Is he really with me..?
No, no, this is not possible. I ponder excessively without cause.
My gaze abruptly landed on his bare chest. He has a very broad chest. One may infer from his hulk-like physique that he has eight packs. But I'm dying to stroke his abs. His shirt's top three buttons were already undone, but I had to do so to count his abs.
No, I won't do anything of the sort.
You will, of course. My subconscious took complete control of me. I did not consider this before unbuttoning his shirt.
Oh my god, his torso is gleaming. In the sunlight, the water droplets on his chest sparkle like golden pearls.
"1,2,3,4,5,6,7, and 8."
Oh my God, his physique is just flawless. 8 perfect abs. I used my finger to count each of his abs.
"What are you doing, Mrs. Woods?" He inquired, raising an eyebrow.
Oh no, what have you made me do? I attributed my acts to my subconscious. You have simply touched his torso, so stop being so uncomfortable. This seems entirely normal to me in my subconscious.
"If you're taking my grandmother's letter too seriously, Mrs. Woods, I warn you not to because I have no intention of engaging in a morning romance on the beach." He was holding my hand.
This guy never misses an opportunity to make fun of me.
Why is he staring at me with such intensity? I can see an unfamiliar emotion in his eyes.
"Don't talk rubbish, I was just counting your abs. I didn't think you'd have the perfect Hulk body form, and I assumed you'd have a lot of belly fat." I attempted to get my hand out of his hold.
"Therefore, Mrs. Woods, your confusion has been resolved." His sly grin made it obvious that he had discovered yet another reason to tease me because of this action of mine.
"Yes, but you shouldn't be so pleased with yourself. It's not tough to make eight packs. I've seen many models with better bodies than yours." I don't want this man to use my compliment as an invitation to further inflate his ego.
"Do you find keeping abs so simple, Mrs. Woods?"
After all, why is he annoyed after listening to me? I'm sure that after hearing me, it has hurt his male ego.
"Of course, what's so special about having abs?" I remarked with a shoulder shrug.
"Mrs. Woods, an architect who is worth a billion dollars, also needs to manage a business empire, whereas a model merely needs to worry about maintaining his physical appearance." He said this while turning his torso to face me.
Oh god, why is he approaching me so closely?
Why do you irritate him when you can't stand his teasing? My subconscious stopped encouraging me and instead began forcing me to acknowledge my error.
"Please check out my torso if you wish. Compared to your so-called models, my body is much more appealing." He said while retaining my palm on his body.
After hearing me, does he feel envious? However, I made no comments that would have caused him to be so envious.
Wait, but after listening to me, why would he be jealous? Should I even bother to think? Being unable to perceive someone as superior to himself just hurts his ego.
"Mr. Woods, you ought to quit your job and pursue modeling." My cheeks heated as I sensed his closeness, but I could not show him I was nervous because doing so would only cause him to get closer to me and torment me.
But why is he approaching me in this manner? I need to divert his focus in another direction.
"What have you done, Mrs. Woods?" Seeing his torso, he exclaimed in a voice of surprise.
"I've heard that this beach's sand is magical and that using it on your torso can improve the appearance of your abs." I pressed my hand into his chest while holding the sand that was resting on my side.
"Oh, if that's the case, I should also apply this magical sand to your body to make your already delicate waist even more so." He put sand in his fist and reached out to touch my waist.
"No, Mr. Woods: You wouldn't act in such a manner." I instantly raised my body over him and attempted to flee.
"Mrs. Woods, if you run from me, where will you go?
I'll keep using this magic sand on you." He was running after me to catch me.
"You can't catch me. Ethan Woods," I turned to face him once more.
"Mrs. Woods, you are fully aware of your husband's passion for victory." With his arms around my waist, he said.
Oh no, how am I going to get away from this, Hulk's hold?
"Now I'm going to apply this miracle sand to my loving wife's delicate waist to make it even more delicate." He covered every edge of my waist with the sand he had gathered in his fist.
"Please don't do this, Mr. Woods." I tried hard to stop him, but this arrogant man can do anything to win the challenge.