"Ethan's point of view,"
"Are you content right now?" She gave me a furious glance.
"Indeed, Mrs. Woods, this outfit is better than the others you've worn." I gave her my full attention. The bedsheet completely covered her body.
Thank God, I won't start thinking crazy anymore when I see her milky white thighs.
I was particularly drawn to her because of her short dress and wet hair. I've never before studied a girl's appearance with such intensity, but Stella Parker has me wondering why I can't restrain myself.
Sometimes, I want to touch her milky-white thighs; other times, I want to touch her tiny waist. And I'm always willing to taste her lips with my lips. What is happening to me after all?
I had never acted in such a peculiar manner before. After all, why do I feel so consumed by lust after seeing Stella? I believe I have some sort of illness. I must leave this place and get medical treatment.
"Mr. Woods, I have to stay covered up in this bedsheet in this heat all day because of you." She was so furious that the tip of her nose once again turned red.
Oh my God, the bedsheet makes her body more alluring.
"How difficult is it for you to spend the entire day in a bedsheet when you can stand in the sun and pretend to talk on the phone, and besides me, there is no one else to see you on this deserted island?" I smoothed the strands of her facial hair back from her ears.
"I can't even move when this bedsheet is wrapped around me, Mr. Woods." She shouted as she stomped her foot firmly.
"Oh, come on, Mrs. Woods, would you rather run a marathon in this bedsheet or go to the office?" I replied with a shoulder shrug.
"Oh, honestly, why don't you wrap a bedsheet around your body as well if moving around with one wrapped around your body is so easy?"
Oh my God, she makes such amusingly irritated speeches.
"My dear wife, you are a great comedian." I patted her on the cheek.
"My sweet hubby, despite my repeated requests for you to refrain from flirting with me, you are a highly flirtatious person." She grabbed my cheek fiercely.
Oh my God, this girl refers to even my sincere comments as flirtatious.
"Mrs. Woods, stop touching my cheek; it hurts." She began yanking my cheek more firmly.
"What happened, Mr. Woods? Don't you want to flirt with your wife?" She must be quite frustrated right now, based on the way she was gritting her teeth.
"No, as a nice husband, I must go set up food for my lovely wife." I seized her hand and yanked it away from my cheek.
"Okay, I'll accompany you as well." She announced this with much joy in her voice.
"You can't just sit there with your legs up and relax; you have to sit there and catch fish." My male ego always takes over when she suggests doing my preferred work together.
After all, she shouldn't be able to compare herself to me. Her body is too delicate for such strenuous activity; therefore, her duty is to stay at home.
"Are you challenging me, Mr. Woods?"Oh my God, why does this girl take offense at everything I say? She tried to grab my shirt even after I refused to give it to her, not comprehending what I was trying to say. Her leg twisted as she grabbed the shirt, so I had to hold her waist to keep her from falling to the ground. I had been looking forward to the opportunity to challenge her when I finally managed to catch up with her.
Should I take her along when I go fishing?
Of course, you think about her constantly while she is not present in your immediate environment. Hence, it would be best to bring her along so that you may learn more about her rather than wasting time daydreaming about her. My subconscious told me to bring her along.
"You're welcome to go fishing with me, Mrs. Woods." I took the fishing rod that was lying on the side.
"Mr. Woods, please slow down; this bedsheet prevents me from moving as quickly as you." She was nearly running to keep up with my strides.
"If you can't move as quickly as me, what is my fault? I'm moving along at my usual pace." I spoke in a grating tone as I turned to face her.
"If I had clothing as comfy as yours, I could move more quickly than you." Her angry gaze made her appear to be about to burn me with the flames of her rage.
Nonetheless, she must be struggling a lot to wrap this bedsheet.
"Please take off the bedsheet from your body, Mrs. Woods."
"What?
Have you gone insane?
How can you treat me like this? Let me tell you once more that our marriage is only a contract, and we did not come on the intended honeymoon; instead, your grandma defrauded us and sent us to this deserted island."
"Please, Stella Parker, put your talking on hold for the next two minutes and do what I say." She was silenced as I placed my finger on her lips.
She was so startled by my quick action that she immediately began blinking her eyelids in response to my commands.
"Good girl."I folded the bedsheet and put it around her torso so that her thighs were covered, and she had no trouble walking.
"Well, Mr. Woods, you've transformed this bedsheet into a lovely dress. Instead of being an architect, you should have become a fashion designer." She said it with a smile.
"Thank you for the compliment, Mrs. Woods. Yet your contracted husband is a specialist in every area. You are incredibly lucky to have a husband like that—one with model-like looks, culinary prowess on par with a chef at a five-star hotel, and the ability to create a stunning garment out of nothing more complicated than a set of bedsheets for his wife.
Being with you made me realize how many talents I possess."
Despite my best attempts, I was unable to keep a smile on my face when she referred to our marriage as a contracted marriage.
I didn't want to show how horrible I felt about it.
"Have you ever received praise, Mr. Woods?" She spoke with a lot of earnestness.
"Absolutely, without a doubt. Everywhere I go, people just compliment me." My male ego was happily responding to her inquiry, even though I didn't comprehend the motivation behind it.
"Okay," she pouted while she was listening to me and walked silently alongside me.
"However, why did you ask me this?" I can't stand her stillness for too long.
"Mr.Woods, I believed that if you praised yourself so much, no one else would have an opportunity to praise you." Her voice made it quite evident that she was making fun of me.
"Do you even have a degree in sarcasm, Mrs. Woods?"
"Well, not quite, but after meeting you, I believe I will soon reach a point where I can satisfy the ego of an egotistical man." She took faster steps than me, leaving me behind as she walked towards the beach.