"Stella's point of view,"
What is the issue with me, after all? Why am I thinking about him again and again?
Today, I have crossed all the limits; after all, how can I talk to a stranger about him?
But that stranger was quite similar to Ethan.
Was it Ethan Woods?
No, it can not happen; otherwise, why would he have traveled so far?
Maybe he already knows that I am in China, which is why he has come here.
No, it's not possible. I specifically told Avery not to tell anyone about my trip. How would he know about me? And then why would he come this far because of me and leave his girlfriend alone?
I shouldn't expect too much.
But Mr. Chang must have sent him the invitation to his birthday party too. My subconscious was pushing me in every direction to think that Ethan Woods was at this party with me.
But I will not accept this thing until I have some solid proof of it.
But how much more proof do you need? You were already feeling sensations in your body from the touch of that stranger. His scent smelled like Ethan Woods' perfume.
Oh God, what type of stupidity am I considering? After all, two people around the globe can wear the same brand of perfume. I firmly reject all of the justifications offered by my subconscious.
But where has that stranger suddenly disappeared? After leaving the dance floor, I made a concerted effort to find him throughout the party, but I was unsuccessful.
Avery is having so much fun at the party; she has liked the Chinese people so much that she is not ready to leave the party and go back to the hotel with me. I have to go back to the hotel alone as I can't bear Mr. Chang's uncomfortable behavior anymore, and my feet are suffering a lot because of the high heels.
I'm so exhausted by the time I get to the hotel that I lack the willpower to change out of my party clothes and put on a nightgown. As soon as I turned off the lights and threw my high heels in a corner of the room, I dozed out.
Around midnight, my room door opened, but I was so deeply asleep that I didn't think it was necessary to check by turning on the light. There must be Avery, and who else can come to my room at this time of night? Besides me, only Avery has the key to my room.
But why do I smell the fragrance of Ethan Woods? Has Avery also started wearing the perfume of the same brand?
Oh God, why am I thinking about him so much, and what has happened to me?
Avery also chose the option of lying straight on the bed without turning on the lights in the room.
Maybe she is too exhausted, like me.
But why is her body feeling so rough?Why are the hairs on her hand pricking me so much?
Does she not have waxed hands?
I will ask her to wax it tomorrow morning because her hair is prickling like thorns on my body.
I'm feeling incredibly uncomfortable in my short, tight dress. I won't be able to sleep properly in such tight clothes. But because of the discomfort in my legs, I am not even able to get up from the bed.
What would be the issue if I slept only in my lingerie after taking off my dress?
But Avery?
Oh, come on, Avery is also a girl, and she's your best friend; what's the big deal if you wear lingerie and sleep with Avery when you can wander about that isolated island in short dresses in front of a monster like Ethan Woods? My subconscious forced me to take off my dress and throw it on the edge of the bed.
Now, I feel better.
I should wrap a blanket around my body. Oh God, what is happening to me today? Why does Avery's body look so hot to me? I turned the air conditioning down as soon as possible, wrapped myself in a blanket, and turned away from Avery to go to sleep.
What if Ethan's muscular hands were suddenly around my waist? What if we were both wrapped up in this blanket? My body began to crave his touch all of a sudden. Why am I thinking about him so much? Now that it's been a long time since I separated from him, his thoughts should be less in my head, but why do I keep thinking about him all the time, even if there is so much distance between us? My mind is full of very dirty thoughts at this time.
Maybe meeting that stranger is the reason I feel as though I have so many desires. But my desires are not at all for that stranger; at this time, nothing else is coming to mind except Ethan Woods. Oh my God, I want to be touched by him.
Suddenly, Avery pulled my blanket toward her. Oh, I see. The air conditioning is making her feel cold. As soon as she entered my blanket, she positioned her legs on top of my legs and gripped my waist in the same way that Ethan had held my waist.
What happened to Avery's hands today? But her touch was helping me a lot in calming down the desires inside me, so I did not stop her hands from moving on my body.
Oh my god, Avery and I are huddled together under a blanket.
She was entirely correct; if someone saw both of us in this condition, he would think of us as lesbians.
In a dark, locked room with Avery, doing yuck.
Why is she moving her hands from my waist to my hips? She must be intoxicated right now, in my opinion. Should I stop her?
No, I appreciate her touch very much.
I feel as though Ethan Woods is holding me.
I turned to face Avery right away, and to my astonishment, my body also felt the same sensations from her hot breath. If I had known that I would miss him so desperately, I would have asked him to spend the night with me; after all, his grandma also wants a grandson from us.
Since we are married, there is nothing wrong if we spend the night together.
But what about my contract with him? How could I possibly consider breaking the rules I set for myself? I appreciate her touch and allow myself to fall asleep since I'm tired of thinking and don't want to think anymore.