"Stella's point of view,"
"I've got another fish on my hook, Mr. Woods," I exclaimed with great excitement.
"Wow, Mrs. Woods, congratulations." Seeing me, he grinned.
It's hard to see why Ethan Woods would celebrate; surely he doesn't forget that we're in a fish-catching competition with each other. Why does he appear so composed when he dislikes losing at any cost?
He must be quite upset inside, but I suppose he's trying to act nice in front of me.
No, it's not at all like that. If he had been even the slightest bit upset, he would have told you how he felt.
Now that you are paying close attention to the gleam in his eyes, you can see how pleased he is with your success.
After all, how could this occur if he was not at all terrified of losing? I expressed my doubt regarding my subconscious's statements.
Perhaps Ethan Woods is not who you think he is; he could be someone or something entirely different.
I'm not sure why, but Ethan Woods seems like a pretty good guy to my subconscious.
"Do you need my help to pull your hook out of the water?" I cut the discussion I was having with my subconscious off when I heard his voice.
What's that?
Is Ethan reaching out to lend a hand? After all, how can this happen? How is it he now treats me so kindly? He wants to flirt with me once again, without a doubt.
"Mr. Woods, you don't need to help me pull my hook out." I don't want him to touch me again.
I became nervous as soon as I came close to him.
My entire body felt electric as his hulking hands firmly gripped my small, delicate hands. My neck was caressed by his hot breath. Also, he had his lips close to my left ear and appeared to be about to bite it with his teeth.
Why even did I ask him for help? I would never have asked him to help me if I had known that he would make such an effort to flirt with me.
"Mrs. Woods, are you sure you can get your hook out on your own?" He questioned, raising his eyebrows.
"Sure, Mr. Woods, pay attention to your fishing. I can remove my hook since you claim I am overweight and can lift this much weight." Holding the rod's handle, I did my best and rotated rapidly.
"Well, Mrs. Woods, this time you've also caught a big fish." He glanced at me in astonishment when the fish that was hooked on the fishing rod's hook surfaced.
Oh dear God, that fish is huge! It weighs a lot. I was using all of my effort to get the rod out of the water before I saw the size of the fish, but as soon as I did, I felt as though I had no more strength in my body, and my body balance was completely off.
Oh no, now I can't manage the weight of this fishing road alone for long.
"Please assist, Mr. Woods."
He instantly turned away from his fishing rod and rushed towards me as I was about to fall.
"I've previously asked whether you need my help." He seized my fishing rod with one hand while holding my waist with the other to prevent me from falling.
Why are his eyes staring at my face in this manner, why is my body vibrating in such unusual ways, and why are there butterflies in my stomach? Why are my knees going numb and jellylike? Oh my God, what is going on with me?Oh god, he's got his hand on my waist. His hand is practically around half of my waist.
I find it rather impressive that he is holding a fishing rod in one hand and the other. His T-shirt makes his arms' muscles abundantly clear. I remember thinking at this point that Ethan Woods, who was standing in front of me, truly resembled the Hulk.
I wanted to warn him that if he held me and kept staring at me in this way any longer, I wouldn't be able to control the way my crazy ideas took over. But his presence has caused so much heat inside me that I feel as though my throat is entirely dry.
"Mrs. Woods, Your basket is now full; would you prefer to keep it in mine instead?" He said this while observing the fish.
I agreed by nodding my head.
I could feel a little less anxious once he released my body from the grip of his powerful arms.
"Your fishing skills are excellent, Mrs. Woods." He appeared to be addressing the fish instead of me.
How can I tell him I have zero fishing experience? I believed he wouldn't even know how to fish when I challenged him, but by the time he had filled his bucket with fish, I had conceded defeat.
The problem is that I can't seem to catch even a single fish. I didn't want to admit defeat.
I prayed to God that I would at least hook one fish. God preserved my honor. I did not want my basket to be empty because that would have gratified my conceited husband's ego, which I did not desire at all.But, when he urged me to try fishing once more, I had no faith in my ability, but his words inspired me greatly.
I once more threw my fishing rod into the water at his behest. Yet, I know fully that luck can only be on my side once, so this time, I will have to learn how to fish.
Should I ask Ethan Woods if he can teach me how to fish?
Oh no, he'll know I don't know how to fish if I do that. Although I can't directly ask him for help, I can learn by observing his fishing technique. I carefully observed each of his actions out of the corner of my eye before using the same strategy again.I am skilled in fishing.
"You didn't respond to my query, Mrs. Woods." The bubble of my thoughts burst again when I heard his voice.
"Which question?" I questioned, arching my brows.
"Where did you learn to do fishing?" He was still gazing intently at the fish held in the bucket.
"So, you asked me that question?" After all, why is he paying so close attention to that fish? I'm not sure why, but I find it upsetting when he turns away from me and pays attention to anything else.
"So, besides you, is there anyone else here with whom I may talk?" He gave me a questioning look, and his voice was grating.
"I didn't think it was essential to interject in the conversation between the two of you because it felt to me like you were speaking to a fish confined in a bucket." I also retorted in his grating manner.
"Why did I refer to the fish as Mrs. Woods?" He said while chuckling.
"Stella, your humor is way too excessive." His laughter was resonating all around us.
"I feel you've found your lost love again, Mr. Woods, based on how long you've been fixating on this fish."
What is it about that fish that is so wonderful that his eyes are not leaving it, and he is still staring at it?
"Do you believe, Miss Parker, that I could make anyone into Mrs. Woods?" He inquired as he got rather close to me.
Oh my God, I was just kidding, but why did he get so serious so quickly?
"I was joking, Mr. Woods." I don't understand why every time he approaches me; I get so anxious.
"Stella Parker, I'm not joking. To become Mrs. Woods: One needs to possess a few unique qualities that are not readily accessible to all people."
I've never noticed him acting in this way before, yet I can see a new emotion in his eyes. I'm not even sure if he's acting emotionally or just trying to flirt with me.