"Stella's point of view,"
He has kissed me so passionately that it feels as if his life depends on it. When he asked for my permission to kiss him, I didn't know what to say.
I don't know why, but whenever I get close to him, I get quite anxious. Heat develops on my face as I get closer to him. I kept trying to stop my hands from stroking his torso since I admired how beautiful his chest was, but they kept doing so.
He gave me a very strong kiss.
One of his hands was gripping my waist, and I firmly entangled the fingers of the other hand in my hair. His lips were quickly sucking mine. He was trying to get his tongue inside my mouth, but I would not give him that kind of power. But because he is so obstinate, he persisted in passionately licking my lips until he went inside my mouth.
His fiery kiss was causing my wild thoughts to race even faster.
It would be quite challenging for me to restrain my irrational thoughts if he continued to kiss me in this manner. If we continue kissing like this, his grandmother's prediction will undoubtedly come true.
This is not possible. I'm unable to develop a love relationship with Ethan Woods. My union with him is an agreement.
How am I supposed to forget that he stole my business to stroke his ego? How can I kiss such a haughty man?
Do my physical desires have no control over me?
Oh my God, what am I thinking? I have simply kissed him; aside from that, I have not given my thoughts to our relationship as a married couple. In reality, I'll maintain a certain physical distance between us.
Oh, honestly, what is his hand doing on your waist if that is the case? His torso is adhering to yours in such a way that it appears as though it has fixed together the two of you with favistik. My subconscious made fun of me.
I'll enjoy my husband's kiss if you stop making fun of me. I attempted to quell the doubts growing within me.
Oh, what is this man trying to accomplish? His hand was moving from my waist to my back. If I don't stop him, we will spend our honeymoon on this deserted island's beach.
"Behave yourself, Mr. Woods; I'm not interested in carrying out the requests made in your grandmother's letter," I murmured as I jerkily distanced my body from his.
"Trust me, Mrs. Woods—I didn't mean to kiss you, and I do not know how it happened."
Is he blushing if his face is turning so red?
Ethan woods and blushes, no chance. Perhaps the heat of the sun is causing his face to turn red. My subconscious provided a solution to the inquiry that arose in my mind.
"I do not know how I got into this, Miss Parker." In his voice, he expressed earnestness.
Does he regret kissing me?
Yes, that's why he called you Miss Parker this time instead of Mrs. Woods, as he usually does.
So, why did he kiss me then? After listening to my subconscious, I was utterly depressed.
"It's okay, Mr. Woods; we have to stop talking about it. It all resulted from a heated exchange between us, and being closer to each other the next time around will help prevent a repeat of this."
I kept my grief from coming out on my face.
I am very aware of how people manipulate feelings. Ethan Woods will start blackmailing me to feed his ego if he even accidentally learns about my vulnerability and emotional side.
"Ms. Parker, you are completely correct; because of our excessive proximity, I could not restrain myself from kissing you. However, trust me when I say that I had no intention of doing so; it just happened. What took place in me?"
In a quiet voice, he said, His dejected countenance was telling me loud and clear how much he had been regretting kissing me.
"No problem, Mr. Woods: You don't need to provide any further explanation."
Why does he always make me feel so unwelcome? Maybe he kissed me because of physical attraction, but I did it to pick up any underlying emotions in his kiss. I regret that he feels nothing to me.
Why, exactly? Am I experiencing such sadness over him? Do I have feelings for him now?
Yeah, you might have become fond of him. My subconscious attempted to dispel any misgivings that had crept in. This is not possible. I'm unable to feel anything at all for him in my heart. Love doesn't belong in my life.
"What are you considering, Miss Parker?" When I heard his voice, I awoke from my dream.
"Nothing, Mr. Woods. We have wasted a lot of time; I believe we should immediately make plans for our accommodations and today's meals." I attempted to make our uncomfortable position seem regular.
"Okay, Miss Parker, the sun is growing hotter and hotter, so let's start by making plans for our lodging." He remarked, his gaze fixed on my face. Instead of splitting the labor as he had done, he began assisting me in making plans for him to move in with me.
Is this a dream?
"Ethan Woods, you're collaborating with me?"
How is this even conceivable? How can someone who only knows how to command others to work in a team? He agreed to collaborate with me after hearing my advice, which startled me.
"Mr. Woods, this time we'll need the help of bamboo to build a shelter for ourselves on the ground so we can escape the heat." On the sand, I created a map of the hut.
"Amazing, Miss parker. He addressed me while looking at me.
"You are a truly talented architect."
Am I being complimented by Ethan Woods?
No, he won't ever compliment me. This guy can compliment no one; right now, he must be making fun of my design.
"Miss Parker, it will take work from both of us to make the hut a reality; drawing a plan on the sand won't do it for us." He said it in a domineering manner.
I'm beginning to comprehend this dude. This man is unchangeable. He exudes arrogance, dominance, and egoism. I am a fool for having positive thoughts about him.
I have to stay clear of this, dude. I shouldn't have any expectations of him because I am engaged in a contract marriage with him.
I started gathering bamboo and constructing a home on the island's flat mountain.