"Stella's point of view,"
"What the hell are you doing?
You have no right to kiss me without my consent." Until he was satisfied, he maintained a firm hold on my lips.
"I have already informed you that I do not need your permission to do anything with you, my dear wife." With a triumphant grin on his face, he shrugged his shoulders and turned the key to start the car.
I was tempted to punch him forcefully at the sight of his toothy grin, but something within me restrained me. His actions baffled me at times. He changed from being a genuinely lovely person to an arrogant Ethan Woods in an instant.
Even though my broken leg is hurting me badly, I'm glad I won his foolish car racing challenge and am no longer required to work for him as a financial director. Initially, I thought he was kidding when he asked that I join a car race, but as he persisted like a child, I realized how self-centered he is and how willing he is to get what he wants.
I didn't want to reveal my weak side to him, so even though my leg hurt, I accepted his challenge. People are usually surprised by my behavior and emotions, especially when they are expecting a weak answer from me.
As soon as the race started, I could no longer see his car. I am fully aware of his ability to win, but I can not tolerate the thought of accepting his term without making any effort. I've decided to be strong, even if using the clutch and brakes is incredibly challenging for me.
I recall how painful Jordan was for me. I recall the suffering that Mr. Chang gave me. My wounded heart is more painful than this bodily suffering.
Ethan believes that this race is for him, but it's a challenge for me to overcome my suffering.
I drove my car slowly for 1.5 hours to get to the finish line. Ethan is undoubtedly waiting for me after finishing his race. Imagining him with the trophy in hand, I glanced at my wristwatch and was shocked to see that he was across the road.
"To what destination is he heading?"
I have no idea; perhaps he wants to start the race all over again with you. My subconscious answered me.
Well, I barely made it to the finish line, and I'm not in the mood to start over. You have the opportunity to cross the finish line, though, as he hasn't done so yet. I listened to my subconscious, accelerated my car, and used every ounce of energy I had left to win this race.
Like he usually does, he struggled to declare me the winner.
Ethan Woods, with his arrogance, is not prepared to concede his defeat. I'm still not sure why he dominates me so much. Even though I won the car race, he wasn't ready to give in to his demands. Although I don't harbor resentment toward him, I am disappointed in his conceited actions.
Something shifted in me when I felt his closeness, and I wanted to run away to California. There was something inside me that was pushing me towards Ethan Woods, but when I walked towards my car, he stopped me in my tracks. He forced me to sit in his car against my will, and when I resisted, he kissed me.
The way he closed your mouth thrilled me.
Please stop praising his dominance.
I asked my subconscious to remain silent.
However, his kisses are magical; once his lips touch you, I get fascinated.
Why don't you ask him to be your boyfriend instead of worrying about your contract?
What the hell are you talking about? Your interest in dating him is predicated solely on his proficiency in kissing, disregarding his other deficiencies.
Oh, so you've also acknowledged his skill with the kiss.
Oh my goodness, it appears that I have a fracture not just in my leg but also in my brain. I rolled my eyes at my internal monologue.
"Stella, why are you so silent?
Do you experience pain in your leg?" His voice of concern burst my mental bubble.
Should I tell him what I'm talking about with my subconscious right now? Thinking such peculiar things about him would provoke him to ridicule me, so I can not do that.
Thus, if he finds out that you enjoy his kisses, he will at least give you another one.
"Simply put, quit."
To stop my subconscious from making noise, I covered my ear.
"What happened?" He abruptly halted the car in front of the hospital.
What should I tell him about what's going on inside of me now?
"What issue do you have, Ethan? In reality, what do you want from me? You want me to be silent when I speak to you, yet you won't let me sit in silence when I'm in front of you." I took out my frustration with him.
"Oh, so it appears that my kissing still has an impact on you?
Oh, I see. So now I know how to put an end to Miss Parker's antics. How brilliant."
He's so good at finding ways to flirt with me. It's ridiculous.
I enjoy his seductive smile.
You are the reason for everything that is happening, so please stop talking. I told my inner voice to stop bothering me.
"Let's go see the doctor, Miss Parker." After parking his car, he gestured for me to enter the hospital.
Did he believe that I could walk around the hospital on my spare leg? I mean, isn't it obvious that I have a broken leg?
What is wrong with you entering the hospital? If you can race with a broken leg, why can't you enter the hospital? Please, not again. I can't take my subliminal ridicule anymore; Ethan Woods is making too much fun of me already.
"Why do you have a turtle-like gait?" He turned around to face me.
"Turtle?
Do I appear to be a turtle to him? Can't you see that I have a sprained leg, Ethan?" He's starting to irritate me.
"Oh really? I assumed you were limping to draw attention from strangers."
"Whoa, you are extremely smart; that's precisely why I limp."
"Come on, my turtle wifey; I'll help you." He held out his hand to assist me in walking.
"Mr. Woods, thank you. I can take care of myself." I turned down his offer and asked the ward boy to get me a wheelchair instead.
"As your wish, now don't complain to me that I am not a gentleman." Ignoring me, he entered the emergency room.
How could he possibly have forgotten that I am the patient and not him? Then why did he walk into the doctor's office pretending to be a patient?
Don't forget that everything is possible for him since he is Ethan Woods. I guarantee he will attempt to compete with you even in limping if you dare him to become a patient. I grinned at my subconscious's agitated thoughts and went into the doctor's office.