"Stella's point of view,"
"I want your shirt, Mr. Woods," I spoke authoritatively while looking at him.
"Why?
I haven't even worn my shirt yet, and it's not even dirty. Mrs. Woods, I don't want my gorgeous wife's delicate hands getting dirty doing the laundry."
Oh, God, this man, and his flirtatious conversation. I recently forbade him from flirting with me, yet this man finds it difficult to understand me. I also threatened to sprinkle red pepper flakes in his eyes, but this man's flirty chatter continued.
Would you put chili powder in his eyes if he remained close to you despite your threats? My subconscious questioned me.
Indeed, without a doubt; after all, that arrogant man needs to learn from his error.
You are lying; you can't see him in trouble, and you would never put red pepper flakes in his eyes. You were afraid when you saw him so close to you, which is why you threatened him.
Oh no, even deceiving myself is impossible. Now I have to accept the truth.
Okay, you're correct; I was saying this to fend him off, since the closer he got to me, the faster my heart beat. Every time I gaze into his eyes, my heart keeps searching for the Ethan Woods that he has imprisoned in his heart and concealed from the outside world.
I had the impression that I was looking at a little 5-year-old child rather than the renowned billionaire business owner Ethan Woods as he insisted on taking yogurt out of my hand.
I could see he was in sorrow when he told me he had eaten yogurt for the first time since his mother passed away. After all, I also lost my parents, so I can completely relate to his suffering.
As I observed his sad countenance, I wanted to ask him how his parents passed away but decided against it because it would hurt his open wounds.
Despite my best efforts, I could not prevent him from eating yogurt at his insistence. I found myself suddenly worried about him.
I want to know everything about him, including who the real Ethan Woods is, but before I can ask him anything, he swiftly conceals his vulnerable side and once more becomes the flirtatious Ethan Woods When I informed him what things his grandma had sent and that I don't wear such gowns, he got angry with me.
He examined every inch of my body as I flung the nightgown I had picked up from the trolley his way. After seeing the nightgown, he stated that this nightgown would look wonderful on me. After hearing his flirtatious remark, butterflies flew in my stomach.
Control your emotions, Stella; he's simply experimenting with you. My inner self attempted to restrain my emotions.
I have many complaints about his grandmother, yet she has done a delicate job. By including chili powder with the goods she sent for us, she did a great deed. At least now that he is afraid of the chili powder, Ethan Woods won't approach me. I could not help but smile as I stared at the box of chili powder that was in front of me.
"Do not even consider it." I cut my subconscious discussion off as I heard his voice.
Oh, terrible! He now knows I have sinister plans.
"Mr. Woods, quickly give me your shirt, or you know what might happen to you." In the name of chili powder, I made another attempt to frighten him.
"Mrs. Woods, I will not give you the shirt at any cost if you continue to use chili powder as blackmail." He concealed his hand behind his back while holding his shirt.
He behaves like a stubborn 5-year-old kid sometimes.
"I want your shirt, Mr. Woods—didn't you say you could have whatever you wanted? Why aren't you giving it to me now that I'm asking for it?" I caught him in what he had just said.
"However, what do you have to do with my shirt, Mrs. Woods?" He questioned, raising an eyebrow.Why does this man need to inquire about everything? He seems to not grasp concepts on his own.
"Mr. Woods, please give me this shirt quietly." I moved in his direction.
"Well, Mrs. Woods, so you want to take my shirt from me?" He lifted the shirt in the air while holding it in his hand.
"So you're challenging me, then?" I approached him and said,"Undoubtedly,"
As I watched him smile, I grew increasingly irritated.
"Mrs. Woods, you will not win me over so simply." He raised his hand higher when I tried to take the shirt from his grasp.
This man will stop at nothing to succeed.
"Your Hulk-like body is already scary, but now that you've raised your hand even higher, there's no way I can take the shirt off of you." I gave him a furious glare.
"Oh, Mrs. Woods gave up so easily." He enjoys troubling me a lot, as evidenced by the sly grin on his face.
I once more attempted to grab the shirt out of his hand by putting my entire weight on my toe. To prevent myself from collapsing, I gripped his powerful shoulders when my body abruptly lost equilibrium.
"Are you okay, Mrs. Woods?" He held me up with his arms so I wouldn't fall.
"Yes, Mr. Woods. Everything is well with me." I kept my body in equilibrium and promptly took my hands off his shoulders.
Oh bad, his hand has once more encroached on my waist. What shall I now do? I should take his hand off right away.
Wait, he's already flirting with you; you can just pull the shirt out of his hand. My subconscious told me to seize the chance and triumph over the obstacle.
Yet it was difficult for me to concentrate on anything else because of how tightly his hand was gripping my waist.
After all, he always uses this trick to make me nervous, so why did I need to reveal my weakness to Ethan Woods?You pull the shirt out of his hand right away, and later you blame yourself. My subconscious reminded me to concentrate on the challenge once more.
"I have finished my challenge, Mr. Woods," I shouted with joy as I took the shirt out of his hands.
"You fooled me, Mrs. Woods." He said it in a grumpy tone as he looked at me.
"I've completed your challenge, honestly; I haven't cheated at all with you." He continuously accuses me of the same things.
"What have I done to deserve your accusations of fraud?" I uttered it in a furious tone.
"You feigned falling on purpose, and I caught your waist to save you, which distracted me."
Yeah, that shows that as soon as he touches my waist, he thinks erratically.
"Mr. Woods, Contrary to what you might have assumed, I didn't fake falling; instead, I had terrible bodily balance. But the good news is that I've finished the challenge you set, so this shirt is now mine." I exclaimed with pride as I tossed the shirt into the air.
"But what are you going to do with this shirt?" He inquired with great curiosity.
"Be patient, Mr. Woods: You will soon learn the answer to your inquiry." I walked over to the sea after opening the hut's door.