"Stella's point of view,"
Oh my goodness, this man will never change. For the sake of his ego, this haughty man even took his shirt away from me.
I'm still confused about why he has done many issues with my outfit. He said that by wearing a shirt; I was making him feel nervous. He won't be able to stop himself from demonstrating the veracity of his grandmother's comments if I don't change my attire.
Is that shirt making me look so seductive? My face heated as I considered what he had said.
Oh god, it's already so hot here, and thinking back on his flirtatious remark only made me feel hotter.
What shall I wear, though, now that he has taken his shirt back from me? I had no choice but to put on the nightgown that his grandmother had sent.
I don't know why his grandmother packed the nightgown for me; I don't know what she was thinking. It seems logical to put on a nightgown when you're going to bed, but who wears one during the day? She could keep a nice dress for me to wear. I debated whether to wear the nightgown for a long time while holding it in my hand. I must now wear this black nightgown because I don't have any other clothing to wear.
What Ethan's grandmother wants is beyond my comprehension.
Such a short dress?
Oh crap, this nightgown doesn't even cover my thighs properly. It requested me to tie my damp hair as well by Ethan Woods.
Oh, my God, the heat is making me feel awful.
"Are you now content, Mr. Woods?" I spoke in a grating manner.
"What do you want, Mrs. Woods?" When he noticed me, his hiccups returned.
"What is your current issue? I tied my wet hair and returned your shirt to you at your request. What else do you need?"
What happened to this man?
Why has he been bothering me since this morning? He certainly intends to annoy me, as my winning his challenge this morning has wounded his ego.
"Please change this clothing, Mrs. Woods." He put his palm over his eyes to close them.
"Why? What exactly is your issue with this clothing I'm wearing?" He is making me so mad with his bizarre behavior.
"Your nightgown is too short, Mrs. Woods, and I can see your milk-white thighs very well."
Why is his face so red now? And how did his hiccups pick up at such a rapid pace?
He blushes, but why? Yeah, he is hesitant even to look at you.
Oh my God, I can tell that the great Ethan Woods is blushing.
Am I dreaming?
No, you are not dreaming; he is looking so cute while blushing.
Once more, Ethan Woods was making my subconscious drool.
"Why are you closing your eyes, Mr. Woods?"
I'll never have a better opportunity to make fun of him.
"Please dress in a new outfit and come, Mrs. Woods." He closed his eyes even harder. Since I've only ever seen him deal with people in a rage and with ego, I did not know he could look so adorable.
"If you choose to sit like this all day with your eyes closed, that is your choice. I have no alternative clothing, so I am powerless to assist you." I let down my damp hair and smacked him across the face.
"What are you doing, Mrs. Woods?" He opened his eyes right away. I'm attempting to attract my devoted husband. I was relishing making fun of him even more when I noticed the enraged look on his face.
"Well, Mrs. Woods, I am already quite eager to see your thighs, so you don't even need to try very hard to entice me."
Oh no, I thought I would use his nervousness as an opportunity to flirt a little, but when he started flirting with me, what should I do?
"What happened to you, Mrs. Woods? Why are you stepping away from your husband? Come sit by me." He approached me extremely closely and said,
"I have something important to do." His sly grin made it obvious what filthy thoughts were running through his mind.
"Why are you so anxious, Mrs. Woods? What happened?" He started running his hands through my hair.
Oh my God, what did I do? If he closed his eyes and sat there, at least I could avoid his approaches. What then should I do?
"You were 100% correct, Mr. Woods; I should change out this outfit." I gripped the nightgown with both hands, trying to hide my thighs.
"Why don't you wear short dresses, Mrs. Woods, I have never before seen you in such short dresses?" He kept looking at my face.
How am I supposed to explain to him why I don't wear short dresses? Should I divulge every detail of my past to him?
No, I'm not able to. Knowing my past, he will undoubtedly start blackmailing me once more. To feed his ego, he will do anything.
"Mr. Woods, I have a very urgent call, so I immediately went ahead and picked up my mobile." Although my phone's battery was dead, I continued to pretend that I was on the phone with a caller.
"Did you get an urgent call, Mrs. Woods?" As soon as I entered the hut, he asked a question.
"Were you waiting for my return?" I had left him just as he was standing there.
He shrugged in response.
"Of course."
"But why?" I pretended to make a phony phone call for a very long time while I stood in the sun to fend off his approaches, and when I returned, he was waiting for me. I am incredibly frustrated seeing him stand like this because all of my long-term efforts have been in vain.
"You are truly really talented, Mrs. Woods." He was attempting to conceal his smile.
Why is he making fun of me now?
"What do you mean?" I questioned, arching my brows.
"That's a really special skill you have, Mrs. Woods, being able to carry on a conversation for an hour on a dead cell phone." I could hear his laughter throughout the entire hut.
Oh my gosh, I've never experienced such a humiliating situation in my life.
"So, did you know I was lying?" I questioned while keeping my gaze fixed on the floor.
"Yeah," tears escaped from his eyes because of his excessive laughter.
"You were then amused by seeing me stand in the sun for such a long time." I swung violently at his shoulder.
"No, Mrs. Woods, I was awaiting a temperature balance between my body and the hut. This place has gotten so hot because of you that I'm worried the hut's wood will catch fire."
"Your nonsense must end."
I've had enough of this man's flirtation.
"What do you want?" I yelled in a furious tone.
"I want you to dress in something that covers your entire body." As he handed me the bedsheet, he said,