"Stella's point of view,"
He had eaten so much chili that his eyes were watering, his ears were burning, and he was dashing from one place to another to quench his thirst. His situation made me giggle a lot.
I caught him in my trap, after all.
I had a substantial meal ready for him when I went looking for him, but after listening to him for a while, my mind concocted a sinister scheme to discipline him.
As I returned to the hut with him, he stepped outside for a moment to refresh himself, and I filled his breakfast dish with chiles in the interim. After tasting the meal, he pulled the plate from in front of him because of the heat. He took it as a challenge when I said that I would prepare him for another breakfast if he asked, and he quickly consumed the entire food that was still on the plate.
I have wounded him after hearing me since he ate so much hot food to get the better of me. I ought to stroke his ego even more if he can consume spicy cuisine just to prove a point to me.
"Please soon get me some water, Ms. Parker." Because of the feasting, his lips were trembling.
"Oh my god, there is no water in the mug."
I told a fib that there was no water in the mug to annoy him even more. He hurriedly exited the hut and raced in the water's direction. He submerged his entire face in the water, but after swallowing it, his condition grew worse.
Oh, it was such a joy to see Ethan Woods in this situation.
You're doing it wrong because he might become sick from consuming too much chili. Give him some water right away, and then feed him something pleasant to quell his anger. I had little time to savor Ethan Woods' state, thanks to my subconscious.
I started feeling guilty about my error after paying attention to my subconscious.
"Grab this water, Mr. Woods," I remarked as I reached out to him with the water-filled glass.
"Okay, so you already had water on hand, but you didn't want to share it with me to cause trouble." He said it in a furious tone.
"Mr. Woods, you got it exactly right. After all, I needed to pass the time on this isolated island as well." I remarked as I gave him the water glass.
"Yeah, that shows that you are getting even for my morning kiss." The water in the glass was quickly downed by him.
"No, I'm not as skilled at manipulating people's emotions as you are, Mr. Woods. I was only playing a short prank on you, but it prevented me from doing so for a while because of your health." I'm not sure why, after being so passionate, I'm suddenly speaking on such serious terms.
"Ms. Parker, how are you doing?" He appeared to be attempting to read my facial expressions, with his analytical eyes locked on my face.
"What's wrong with you, Mr. Woods?
I'm doing fine. You, not I, have consumed spicy food."I hurriedly slid my fake smile over my sorrowful face.
"My throat is burning, Mrs. Woods." When he stroked his neck, he said,
Did he address me as Mrs. Woods?
Yep, I also heard that. My subconscious answered my inquiry.
Well, this conceited man has not gone insane despite consuming so much chili; how can he be so flirtatious with me? He is not making overtures to you. He just likes to make fun of you.
Once more, my subconscious sided with Ethan Woods.
"When you consume this yogurt, Mr. Woods, your throat will feel chilly." I offered him a spoonful of yogurt.
"Thank you, Mrs. Woods." He instantly put the yogurt in his mouth after taking a spoonful.
Is this a dream, oh my god! How is it possible that the great Ethan Woods praised me?
"Mr. Woods, did I understand what you said, or am I misinterpreting what you said?" I gave him a startled expression as I observed.
"Mrs. Woods, as I informed you, your ears are hearing just fine." He remarked, grinning as he looked at me.
I believe that consuming more chilies has significantly impacted this man's mental state, and as a result, he is now thanking me because of the effects of his craziness.
"I'll start making you such spicy food every day from now on, Mr. Woods if eating too much chili makes you mannered." Instead of recognizing his gratitude, I made fun of him.
"Mrs. Woods, I'm not thanking you for this; rather, I'm thanking you for this yogurt. If you give it to me in this manner every day, I won't have any trouble eating your chili."
Oh no, this guy is flirting with me once more. My face heated when I overheard his flirtatious words.
"Please, Mrs. Woods, pass me the entire container of yogurt in your hand." Looking at me, he put out a request.
Now, I'm rather certain that this man's consumption of chilies had a significant impact on his thinking.
Ethan Woods spoke some new things that I had never heard before—after eating chili, to be specific. This haughty man never used to say the words "please" or "thank you," yet look at what has happened to him today.
Is Mr. Woods very ill? I questioned, arching my brows.
"No, Mrs. Woods, I'm doing just fine. Just know that I want to eat yogurt out of your hands." He took my hand and reinserted the yogurt spoon into his mouth.
"What new activities are you performing today, Mr. Woods?" It shocked me as I stared at him.
"After consuming yogurt from your hand, Mrs. Woods that it is delicious. Do you know that until recently, I had never consumed yogurt?"
"What? Surely you must be kidding?" I had no way of believing what he said.
"Mrs. Woods, I ate yogurt today for the first time since my mother passed away." Suddenly, sadness appeared on his face.
"I apologize; I didn't want to hurt you, Mr. Woods." I have a strong desire to investigate Ethan Woods' emotional side because he, too, has a hidden emotional side.