"Ethan's point of view,"
"Is your hunger so great that you resort to biting your finger?"
I gave her some pancakes to eat.
"Certainly, I believe it will be okay to chew my finger since your pancakes seem so tasteless." She responded with a taunt.
"Oh, I didn't realize that haughty Stella Parker liked burned food." I go to the kitchen corner and retrieve the first aid box so that I can put ointment on her burned finger.
"You're the reason it all happened. My finger wouldn't have burned if you hadn't looked at me so intently."
How did my gaze have such an impact on her? When I look her in the eye, she becomes nervous. I grinned at my meager accomplishment.
You don't have to be happy with this misperception of yourself. If you look at someone without blinking, it can make them feel anxious. My subconscious squashed my happiness.
Why is it that you always aggravate me? I couldn't take my eyes off her face because she reminded me of my mother when she was in the kitchen cooking the meal. She refused to prepare meals for me, even though I insisted that she do so.
Notwithstanding my desire for her to be a considerate spouse, her regard for me was abysmal. She used to consistently make me feel inferior by refusing to accept my requests.
Do you not know that demand and request are two different things? Once more, my subconscious infuriated me with meaningless inquiries.
"Not bad, Ethan Woods. The pancakes don't taste as horrible as I believe." After trying pancakes, she complimented my cooking abilities.
"Thank you, Mrs. Woods." At her compliment, I grinned.
She told you that you are an average cook rather than praising you. My masculine ego corrected my misunderstanding.
Did she not compliment me?
Do you believe that to be a compliment?
Huh... When I realized she wasn't praising me, I immediately wanted to take back the pancake from her plate, but instead of snatching it, I gave her another.
"Why didn't you bring your girlfriend to your house, Ethan?" Her question made me clench my jaw.
Is she referring to your imaginary girlfriend? My subconscious brought it to my attention.
Even though I am, at the moment, inclined to tell her the truth about my girlfriend, I should continue to lie to her because doing so would result in her ridiculing me.
"She said she didn't visit my place until after our wedding, despite my repeated requests for her to join me on the weekends."
"Okay, then when will you get married to her?" She forcefully dug a fork into her dish.
Why was she getting so angry?
What's the matter with her? When I saw her red nose tip, I questioned my subconscious.
Every time you mention your girlfriend to her, she becomes envious.
Really? Oh, my God! Is it true that she reacted to me seeing another woman? Maybe, or perhaps not. There are times when she acts as though she cares about you, and other times when she doesn't. My subconscious has confused me.
"Leave about me. You tell me when you intend to tie the knot with your lover."
"Me?" She gave me a perplexed expression.
"Yes, tell me, what about you?"
"I had a lot on my plate, so I didn't intend to get married anytime soon. I have to take care of business before I can focus on other aspects of my life."
"So, you prioritize your business over your personal life?"
"Naturally. My business is my number one priority." She filled her mug with coffee and answered.
"I understand that you are saying that you will not be fond of the other woman who gave up her job to wed her partner."
"No way; my career is everything to me."
That woman truly sets herself apart from others.
You see, Stella Parker is not like other ladies, as I have already stated. My realization elicited an instant response from my subconscious.
"I'll see you in the evening, Mrs. Woods. Get ready for dinner tonight." After finishing my breakfast, I got up from my stool.
"Alright, goodbye." She didn't even bother to glance at me because she was so absorbed in her phone.
What was she doing on her phone? Most likely, she is conversing with her partner. How could she be talking to him in front of me? Observing her to become absorbed in her phone makes me fume.
"Stella, why don't we go to the Woods Industry together?
I feel like you would get bored being alone in this place."
I think it would be a good idea to be with her all day to prevent her from talking to her boyfriend.
"It's alright, Ethan. I have plans for today."
What is she going to do all day?
She intends to spend the entire day talking to her partner. I will not permit her to speak with anyone else.
You should take her phone with you. No, it's not a good idea at all. I rejected the idea offered by my ego.
Then? Are you planning anything else? My subconscious asked.
"Mrs. Woods, I believe it would be impolite to abandon you, so I believe I may be able to take a leave of absence from work."
"No, Ethan, you don't have to take time off for me. It's okay."
I see. She didn't want to be near me.
At all costs, I will not allow her to speak with him.
"Steve, please call off all of my meetings for today. I'm going to be absent from work today." I dialed my darling P.A. number.
"What?" When I heard him on the phone, I had the impression that he had spilled coffee out of his mouth.
"Why is it so shocking? Can I take a leave from work?"
"But, Mr. Woods, this meeting needs to happen immediately."
"Alright, then you may handle it." My idiot assistant wants me to leave my wife behind by herself and to take care of a meeting.
"But, Mr. Woods."
"I will fire you if you argue with me. Follow my instructions." I threated him.
"Alright, Mr. Woods."
I shall now watch my beloved wife. The fact that my idea worked well makes me delighted.
"Ethan, please look after yourself. I'll catch up with you later on." I hung up the phone and looked up at her.
"Where are you heading now?" She is leaving me to travel somewhere, so I take time off to spend time with her.
"I'm going shopping." Taking her purse, she headed for the main gate.
How is she going to shop without me? She must ask me to assist her.
She is a self-reliant woman. She is capable of making her own decisions. Do you believe she'll ask you to go shopping with her? My subconscious once again supports my wife.
"I, too, have to go shopping, Mrs. Woods." In an attempt to stop her from talking to her lover, I chased after her to spend time with her.