"Ethan's point of view,"
"Stella, with whom were you chatting?" I cast a suspicious glance at her phone's screen.
"That's none of your business, Ethan. Why don't you let me live in peace?" She gave me a furious look.
Why can't she just be nice and answer my questions? What's the big deal?
It's all your fault. Why did you bring her food? Why do you care for her? It seems like I've let my masculine ego down.
It's okay if you develop feelings for her. No way; I'll never feel anything for a lady other than hatred. I simply gave her food because she was here as I made my subconscious misunderstanding clear.
Oh really?
Why did you force her to stay with you?
Who the hell are you to inquire about me?
I'm Ethan Woods, and I'm not required to respond to inquiries from anyone—not even from my subconscious.
Oh, you're not willing to face reality. No, it's not the reality; you are talking nonsense, so please shut up.
"Please leave my room, Ethan. I need to rest since I'm so exhausted." She motioned for me to go out of the room.
"What?
Are you asking me to get out of my bedroom?" I stared at her in shock.
"Alright, if the great Ethan Woods prefers to stay in his bedroom, could you please let me know the location of your guest room? I would want to get some rest there." She rolled the wheelchair toward her.
No way; I can't let her leave this room. I had to stop her.
"Stella, there are no guest rooms in my house because I live alone." To convince her of my statement, I blinked my eyes.
"What nonsense is this? If there isn't a guest room in your large house, then explain how you made use of the remaining rooms." She crossed her hand across her chest and questioned me angrily.
"You will have to share this bed with me because all of my rooms are storage rooms, and none of the other rooms have beds." I gave her no other option, so she must now share the same room with me.
My lies made me happy in my head.
"Not a problem, Ethan. You don't have to worry about me. I'll sleep on the couch in the hallway while you rest here."
What's wrong with this woman? Why can't she see that I want to always be with her?
why she manages to avoid being with me at all times. I became agitated with her.
She snatched a pillow off my bed and walked over to the entrance.
Oh no, you need to stop her. She will talk to her boyfriend if you leave her alone.
"Stella, my home isn't furnished with a couch." My subconscious voice lightened, and I quickly moved to halt her by walking towards the room door.
"What gibberish are you uttering?
Does billionaire Ethan Woods not own a couch?" She gave me a wary glance. What utter rubbish am I saying to her to keep her locked in this room with me?
The more crucial query is: Why am I working so hard to get her to stay with me? There was no doubt that my male ego was quite unhappy when it questioned me.
since I was at ease in her company. It feels warm to go to sleep with her. Her feminine scent, her gentle touch—all of it - puts me to sleep comfortably.
Oh God, why am I thinking about her sharp jawline and supple neck again?
"I will sleep anywhere, but not in this room, Ethan. I can't stay with you here." She shoved me out of the way so she could move forward.
"I don't want you to sleep alone since you have a fractured leg, so please stop being frustrated." My masculine ego overcame me and assisted me in hiding my sensitive side before she realized how desperately I needed her.
"That's my problem, so please stay away from me."
This woman is too obstinate.
"Stella, you can talk to your lover in front of me; I won't bother you." I still don't know why I'm making such a big effort to stay with her.
Is she truly that essential to me now?
"How about your girlfriend, too?
She will undoubtedly feel agitated upon learning that we share a bed." Her piercing eyes were riveted on my face.
Which girlfriend is she referring to? She is the only lady I have in my life, so why does she constantly bug me with her pointless inquiries?
because you made her envious by telling her a false tale. My subconscious retorted to me.
My girlfriend?
Is she envious of her? Thinking about her envy factor made my lips curve into a mischievous grin.
No, I don't believe so. She doesn't behave like a child like you do; instead, she is mature enough to avoid interfering with your life, which is why she has always brought up your girlfriend. My sinister smile vanished instantly from my subconscious response.
"Stella, I can live with you anywhere at any time since you are my wife. Change your dress and go to bed; there's no need to dispute anymore." Knowing that she didn't feel envious of my lover crushed my masculine ego.
"But Ethan..,"
"Don't say a word; otherwise, I will change your clothes and throw you in my bed. Then, don't complain to me that I behaved like a dominant CEO."
"How dare you speak to me in such a manner? You don't have any... ,"
"Please stop talking. I have all the authority over you. Let me prove it if you're still unsure." I pulled her from the wheelchair and headed over to my bed.
"You have a leg injury, right?"Without flinching, she met my gaze.
"You forget that I have a body akin to the Hulk." Seeing her utterly baffled this time made me smile.
I finally learned how to stop Stella Parker's rambling.
"Ethan, please don't cross this border; this is my side." She arranged pillows in a line across us.
What the hell is this?
I want to lay my head on her shoulder and put my hand on her waist to go to sleep with her.
why she seemed so serious in her warning as if we were at war between two countries.
"Do hell with your borders. I'm too weary and want to sleep comfortably, so please stop talking and let me sleep. Stella Parker, if you dare to interrupt my slumber in any manner, I will ensure that you remain awake throughout the night, fulfilling my grandmother's wish." Before she could hurl any more tantrums, I cleared my intention with her. She shook her head and widened her eyes in disapproval before closing them.