"Stella's point of view"
"Mr. Woods, the plane is about to land in New York." The sound of Steve's voice immediately filled our ears.
Ethan Woods moved away from me when he saw Steve enter the room.
I'm glad Steve entered the room because he prevented me from being tense because of this man's proximity. How long have I been attempting to convince him I am not at all affected by his presence by keeping a stern expression on my face?
In actuality, however, I am incredibly eager to sense his proximity. Why do I have butterflies in my stomach whenever he approaches me?
"Steve, don't you have the manners to walk right into the bedroom of a married couple without knocking?" He turned his face in Steve's direction and began berating him.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Woods. I didn't notice that you were spending romantic time with your wife; instead, I came to let you know the pilot was unable to announce the plane's landing because of a technical issue with the plane. Apologies, Mrs. and Mr. Woods." As he swallowed his saliva, he spoke.
Romance?After hearing our conversation, does he think we are having a romance here? To me, getting romantically involved with a man like Ethan Woods would be like being a model for a lion at the zoo. This man just knows how to misuse his authority over others.
Yet you admit that he is a master at flirting. My subconscious remarked how flirty Ethan Woods was right away.
"If you make that mistake again, Steve, you know well what I'll do to you." Once more, he threatens Steve.
"Steve, you don't need to apologize repeatedly because your arrival didn't interfere with any of our vital tasks." I cut off Ethan Woods.
"What do you mean when you say that I am wasting my time with you here talking nonsense, Mrs. Woods?" He gave me a furious glare.
"Of course, you are wasting my valuable time by arguing with me pointlessly for such a long time," I replied with a shoulder shrug.
"Your time is less precious than mine." He was looking at his Rolex watch.
"Yeah, true, but after observing your shenanigans, I get the impression that your only job is interfering in other people's businesses," I answered him in a grating manner.
"Say whatever you want, but I'm going to stand by my choice, and you won't be working with that man."
"Without a doubt, I'll sign the contract with Mr. Chang."
What's wrong with this man, exactly? Working with Mr. Chang will restore my company's damaged reputation, and my company will gain from this deal as well.
"You won't act in such a way."
"Sure, I'll carry that out perfectly."
"Stella, you wouldn't act in such a way." He said this while pointing a finger in my direction.
"That's exactly what I would do, Ethan." I twisted his finger while holding it in my hand.
"What's going on, Mr. and Mrs. Woods?" When Steve saw the plane trembling, he abruptly shouted in a terrified voice.
"Don't worry, Steve, the storm outside the plane can't hurt us as long as a storm like Stella is present on the flight." He mocked me once more.
"Yes, of course, Steve, why are you afraid when you have dealt with earthquakes like Ethan Woods and should be accustomed to handling difficult situations like this?" I responded to his jeer.
"Do I resemble an earthquake to you, Mrs. Woods?" He turned to face me and gave me a furious expression.
"Mr. Woods, do I appear to you to be a storm?" I inquired as I gazed into his eyes.
The plane shook violently, and we struggled to keep our bodies balanced. Ethan's head was about to strike the side table when I noticed it was going to happen, so I put my palm on the table's corner to stop it. Yet he never misses an opportunity to flirt with me. He swiftly encircled my waist with his arms.
Why is his heartbeat so rapid?
Hey, come on; everyone will feel their heartbeat increase in such circumstances. Now, if you believe his heartbeat has risen because of your proximity, you are instilling false hope in your heart. My subconscious immediately stopped me from harboring any irrational hopes.
"Did you observe something, Mrs. Woods?" He asked while firmly gripping my waist.
"What?" I attempted to get my face out of his neck's crook.
"You had no fear at all as the plane took off this time."
Indeed, he is entirely correct. It preoccupied me with work when the flight took off and failed to pay attention to it.
So, how does he recall such a trivial aspect of me? He doesn't seem to care about me at all, so how does he remember this? I was interested in learning the answer to my inquiry, but if I asked him, he would not provide me with any convincing justifications.
"How did you suddenly recall this about me, Mr. Woods?"
"Mrs. Woods, My chest has been pierced by your pointed nails for a very long time. Because of this agony, I recalled the torture you inflicted earlier that day, right around the time our jet was about to take off." My eyes flew to his torso as soon as I finished listening to him.
It occupied my hand with pulling his head out of the table's side corner. My supple hand was bearing the weight of his hulking head. As a result, the table's corner was pricking my palm.
I began digging the nail of my other hand into something soft to ease the ache in my palm. I wouldn't have known that I was using my fingernails to make designs on Ethan's chest if he hadn't revealed it to me.
"Would you like to draw a map of your upcoming project on my chest, Mrs. Woods?" I listened to him before turning back to look at his chest.
On his chest, my nails were still working hard to create designs.
"Oh, sorry, Mr. Woods." I instantly took my hand off his chest in an awkward motion.
But why is his grip on my waist getting tighter rather than looser?
"Please remove your hand from my waist, Mr. Woods," I said while glaring aggressively at him.
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Woods, but I just can't leave you alone." I could tell he was trying very hard to respond when I heard his voice. After all, what has transpired is that he is still holding onto my waist. I gazed at his hands after turning my head.
Well, I see that Ethan Woods has grabbed hold of my waist to protect my body.
Using both of his legs, he prevented the side table from crashing into my body. Yeah, that tells me he wasn't trying to flirt with me. It surprised me to see that this arrogant man also has a caring side and will even risk his life to save someone else from harm.
"Thanks, Mr. Woods," I said while gazing into his eyes.
"Thank you, Mrs. Woods."
Why do his eyes have an unidentified emotion? Just staring into his eyes made my heart race.
Yet Ethan Woods is grateful to me, and that's something I can't ignore. But what's more significant is why he's saying thanks to me.