"Ethan's point of view,"
"Miss Parker, we need to finish our work quickly since it's getting too hot outside." As soon as she brought the bamboo, I said, while snatching it away from her.
She answered, "Alright, Mr. Woods," in a low voice, and began digging the bamboo.
Why is she so dejected, and what happened to her? Without engaging in debate with me, she is expressing her agreement with whatever I say.
I'm concerned about her weird behavior.
These results are from me. Why couldn't I control my need to kiss her?We wouldn't be sitting here in such awkward silence if that passionate exchange hadn't transpired. All of this is my fault.
What kind of discussion are you having? Given that you are Ethan Woods and have complete authority over her as your wife, kissing her was not a mistake on your part. And before you kissed her, you got her consent. I could not admit my error because of my male ego.
You ventured to kiss her, although she had specified in the contract that you would have no rights over her. You should apologize to her for your mistake. My mind was telling me I should apologize to Stella.
No, you won't do that, and you're not allowed to make amends to that obstinate girl. My male ego was adamantly opposed to offering Stella an apology.
Oh, please stop your nonsense, both of you, and let me concentrate on my work. I attempted to resolve the internal struggle I was experiencing.
"Ms. Parker, we have a place to stay; now let's move our possessions inside this hut," I said while observing her.
"Okay, Mr. Woods." She gave a nod of consent. She is far too silent, which I find to be very offensive. She never once made fun of me while building the hut, and she didn't engage in any kind of conversation with me. I attempted to speak with her under the guise of work, but she just provided yes or no responses.
I wracked my mind with regret about my error. Why did I kiss her after all? In that intense moment, I wished I could turn back the clock and not kiss her. But, at that precise moment, kissing her had become the most vitally necessary thing I could be doing. I felt as though my life relied on it.
A really strange emotion emerged in my heart at that moment because of feeling her so close to me. Because of how juicy her lips were, I could not restrain myself from sucking them. Because of how soft her waist is, my hand naturally began stroking it.
I wanted to touch her entire body to see whether it was so soft. She yanked my hand away as soon as I tried to touch her back.
When she questioned me, "What am I attempting to do?" I was at a loss for words. I told her in a panic that I had accidentally kissed her, although I had been considering it since last night. I was feeling quite anxious inside. I've started calling her Mrs. Woods when I'm making fun of her, but when she claimed everything was because of how close we were, I felt awful.
Does she consider me a hedonistic billionaire who sleeps with a different woman every day? After all, how could she act so normally following such a passionate kiss—hadn't my kiss even remotely affect her? She is not my wife, so from now on, I won't be calling her Mrs. Woods. My marriage to her is simply based on a contract that I have to use to restrain my feelings for her.
"Oh no, Mr. Woods, your grandma sent only one pair of each item, so we should divide them up based on our individual needs." Hearing her voice, I came out of my dream world.
"Okay, Ms. Parker, keep things for yourself based on your needs, and I'll keep the rest of the stuff," I whispered in response to her.
Why are you doing this?
Why do you let her choose the first option? Why are you changing yourself for this haughty girl when you never used to adjust to anyone at all? My male ego has grown extremely enraged with me.
I will not answer any questions right now.
Right now, I'm in a terrible mood.
Why was Stella unaffected by my kiss? When she remarked that she fervently hoped the prophecy made in the letter by my grandmother regarding our reunion on the island would not come true, I understood what she meant. Why would she bring the letter from my grandma in the middle of everything?
"What happened, Mr. Woods? Do you feel unwell?" She murmured while placing her hand on my forehead.
"Thank you, I'm fine. Miss Parker, I need some time alone." I need to be away from her for a while so that I can explore the questions that are plaguing my mind.
I went outside and left her in the hut alone.
Why do I care so much about everything this girl does?
Why do my hands always want to touch her waist whenever I am close to her? Why do I feel compelled to kiss her more and more? I absolutely can not stand her silence.
Why am I feeling such a powerful pull toward her? I never used to think so much about any lady before now. After all, why am I physically attracted to Stella, and why do I have so many physical desires after seeing her?
No, you've become emotionally and physically attached to her. My subconscious gave me the solution.
Sorry, this is not possible. You're making me angry right now, so stop your foolishness. I told my subconscious to quit making up rubbish.
It's okay if you don't want to accept; I'm not making anything up, but you have felt a certain way for her. You are unhappy because of her silence; I understand. You asked her to choose the items first because you put her comfort before your own.
That's enough; cut the crap. I felt nothing in my heart for her. I instructed my subconscious to remain silent.
Her talent is impressive.
I don't like her.
She is an excellent architect and created a stunning bamboo hut. My belief that a lady can never perform Stella Parker has challenged me as well as a man.
I felt nothing at all in my heart for her. To avoid becoming a boar on this isolated island, I'm only making flirtatious advances toward her. After listening to my subconscious, my male ego became quite enraged.
Under the influence of my male ego, I kept repeating that I had no feelings for her. I felt nothing for her.
"I kissed her because I was teasing her for my entertainment." The questions that were building up inside of me were making me incredibly agitated. I knew my remarks had expressed my inner annoyance when Stella Parker walked in and took a seat in front of me.