"Ethan's point of view,"
I took hold of her hand just as she was going to collapse and stop her. She's undoubtedly feeling uneasy in her heels.
"Thank you, Mr." She thanked me for helping her balance.
"May I dance with you?" Before I accept her gratitude, the music begins, and I extend my hand in front of her, inviting her to dance with me.
Thanks to the loud music, she can only see my outstretched hand and not hear me speak. She accepted me as her dancing partner right away, holding my hand.
I dislike Mr. Chang, but even I have to admit that his party concept is cool. With the use of this party mask, I could keep my identity a secret from Stella and other people.
Even Mr. Chang hasn't noticed my presence yet.
She made eye contact with me and placed both of her hands softly on my shoulder. Even if the spark is still there, as it always has been, something is lacking in her eyes today—what she was missing.
She's missing her lover at the moment, which explains her sad expression. I get upset when I think of her boyfriend.
I drew her near to me and took hold of her waist with my powerful arms.
Oh, her waist was so tiny and lovely. That I missed her waist so terribly. I can see how my contact has affected her body.
She has goosebumps, and they're showing plainly on her delicate neck. My head was close to her shoulder as I breathed the hot air that touched her earlobe.
"Mr., please give me some space; we're too close for my comfort." She whispered into my ear.
Oh, she now wants space between us because of her lover.
When I see her in front of me, even though I am furious with her, a small part of me wants to give her a powerful hug. Since I am legally married to her, her lover has no claim on her.
The male ego in me makes me want to hold her even more.
"Mr., what are you doing?" She attempted to escape my hold on her.
"What?" she wants to test how powerful I am? I am well aware of her wily and feisty nature. I recently saw what she did with Mr. Chang, and I was even surprised by what I saw.
How is it she can spill red wine on his white suit? But he deserves that lesson after the way he flirted with my wife.
I want to grab her tighter when I smell her body fragrance. She tries to escape from my grasp repeatedly, but I keep stopping her. I shifted my foot as soon as she attempted to place her heels on my shoe so that I could escape being hit by them.
Huh, she imagines that no one else in the world is as savvy as she is.
"Don't make a scene, Miss; just dance quietly." I bent down and whispered in her ear.
"Ethan Woods?" She stopped at her place and asked me, in shock.
Oh, so she still remembers my voice. That's great for her. I assumed she had forgotten about me after moving back to California and becoming involved with her boyfriend. My male ego is content, knowing that she still recognizes my voice.
"Who are you referring to?" I don't want to divulge my true identity to her. This time, I attempted to vary my tone, hoping it would make it harder for her to identify my voice.
"Nothing; please ignore." Suddenly, she became dejected.
"Oh, so you're missing someone now?" I muttered in her ear once more.
"No, I mean yes.." Her prompt response made me chuckle.
She is certainly missing someone, right? But who?
Possibly her lover, but she came here to spend time with him, so why would she miss him now? She might be sad since she didn't bring her lover to the party.
It's also likely that she is grieving your absence and thinking of you.
That's not possible at all. After hearing my subconscious, I immediately disagreed.
"Your unique body odor has triggered a memory."
"What?" I'm interested in learning that person's name.
Maybe her partner wears the same perfume, but that's not possible. This is a rare and expensive perfume. Only a small percentage of people worldwide can afford that costly brand of perfume. My male ego immediately rejects the idea that her lover would possibly wear the same cologne.
"I didn't understand what you were saying, Miss, so could you perhaps be more specific?" I'm looking forward to hearing from her about how much she misses me.
"Tell me, Mr., who you are?" To check my identity, she attempted to take off my party mask.
"What are you doing? Whoever I am, it's none of your business." I immediately gripped my mask firmly.
"Sorry for my actions, but you share many characteristics with someone who can not be there at the party."
"What are similar things, and with whom are you talking?"
Yes, I am relieved that she hasn't picked up on my voice yet.
"Your voice sounds just like that monster's, and your appearance is identical to that of the Hulk, down to your body scent, and the way you grip my waist. You even have green eyes. Even though I try not to think about him, everything triggers memories of him."
Oh, now I'm certain that she is referring to me.
But why, specifically, does she not want to think of me?
"Has someone stolen your heart if you're missing him, Miss?"
"No, not a chance. How can I love the monster who destroyed my life?" She said it with bitterness.
Oh, she still harbors resentment for me.
"Then to whom are you talking about?"
"You and my so-called husband share a lot of similarities."
Thank God she still remembers that she is a married woman with a husband.
"Therefore, you referred to your husband as a monster?" Even though I'm mad at her, listening to her talk makes me forget about my anger, and being near her makes me want to kiss her soft, luscious lips.
"No, he is not that bad, but why am I even discussing him with you.
You can take your hand off my waist now that the dance has ended." She hocked my hand away from her and exited the dance floor without even saying goodbye to me.
I long to sense her closeness again. It's been a long time since I last touched her, but now that I do, she stirs up all the feelings I stifled when she left me in New York and moved back to California.
Although I was furious with her, I find myself thinking about her all the time because of how gorgeous she is despite her tempting figure and sexy attire.
I want to follow her. But I got a little tipsy at the party and couldn't find my way back to the hotel.