"Stella's point of view,"
What was that?
Why did he come inside the trial room? His touch sent a chill down my spine. I was so close to him that my face became warm.
Why did I always close my eyes when he came near me? My heart continues to beat quite quickly. I'm glad his phone rang at the right moment, and he left the trial room because I would find it hard to resist my desires.
However, with whom is he speaking?
I assume he's speaking to his girlfriend because of the flush on his face. I felt a twinge of bitterness in my heart as I saw him conversing with his girlfriend while wearing an attractive grin. He never smiled when he spoke with me. When he spoke to me, he constantly scowled.
So, you're jealous of his girlfriend? My subconscious questioned me.
Why would I be jealous of her?
I made an effort to fool my subconscious.
I liked all the dresses he chose for me. I have to say that his wardrobe selection is amazing.
Are you praising him? Hearing me praise Ethan Woods surprised my subconscious.
He makes excellent fashion choices, of course. Gazing at him, I was impressed by his attire.
He paired a white casual shirt with blue jeans. He seems more appealing because of his lightly stubbled cheeks and folded sleeves.
Oh, are you swooning for him now? Shut up. It's not like that. I'm only complimenting him on his wardrobe choices. I told my subconscious to quit making fun of me.
"Stella, what happens to your face? Why does it look so red?" He hung up the phone, put it in his pocket, and stared directly into my face.
Oh no, my stupid face reflects my blush.
"My face is hot because of the extreme heat we're experiencing today." I pretended to wipe my sweat from my forehead, even though there was not a single drop of sweat on it.
"You're right; I felt overheated today." When he heard me, he undid the top three buttons on his shirt. His slim-fit shirt exposed his gleaming chest.
Why do all women stare at him with such wonder now? Haven't they seen any handsome men before?
Wait, did you call him handsome? The unexpected compliments I made to Ethan caught my subconscious off guard.
"Ethan, you can button your shirt; I don't think it's too hot right now." I find it annoying when women give him sultry glances.
"What is the issue? Are there any issues with my shirt?" He gave me a perplexed expression.
I wanted to punch him in the face for acting as if he didn't understand the reason for my insistence.
"Yes, I have a problem with your open shirt button," I said, blocking his path by standing in front of him.
"Tell me, what's the issue?" He raised his brow at me.
How can I tell him that I didn't like it when he showed his gleaming chest to another woman?
"I said, just buttoned your shirt."
I grabbed his shirt and fastened the top three buttons to keep another woman's eyes off his chest.
"Why did you touch my torso without my permission?" He found a new way to argue with me. I don't understand why he enjoys arguing with me about trivial matters.
"Why did you come to the trial room to assist me, Ethan?" I counter-attacked him. I also enjoy arguing with him. I love nothing more than to tease him.
"All I was doing was helping you." He shrugged his shoulders.
"I was only helping you keep other women from seeing your gorgeous chest."
"Oh, so that was the case." When he realized what had caused my action, he grinned mischievously.
Shit, what have I done?
"No, it wasn't the case; after all, by unbuttoning your shirt, you appeared like a roadside thug." I told him the truth and then tried to hide what my true intentions were.
"Stella, would you like to drive the car?" He opened the driver's side door and questioned me.
"Are you certain?"
It's unbelievable that the legendary Ethan Woods asked me to drive his car. How is that even possible? I rubbed my eyes to confirm it wasn't a dream.
"Stella, stop overreacting; I know you want to drive the car." He hurled the car keys in my direction.
How did he know that I wanted to drive his Bugatti Veyron on the New York roads?
Perhaps he has mastered the art of reading facial expressions. My subconscious taunted me.
He smiled at me as he sat in the passenger seat.
What is causing him to smile so much right now? What is the cause of his happiness?
"Where's my phone, Ethan?" It dawned on me abruptly that my phone was out of my pocket.
"I have your phone safely with me, so don't worry." He gave me the phone.
I looked through Avery's texts after unlocking my phone. When I saw there was no text from her, I let out a breath of relief. However, I find it unusual that she didn't call me for the past five hours, as she used to call me every fifteen minutes to check in before making any decisions.
She seems to get my point and will take care of things on her own, I suppose.
I ignited the car engine by inserting the car key. I was able to shift gears and accelerate the vehicle by releasing the clutch. When I drove the car at its fastest speed, I felt at ease.
Ethan didn't bother me while I was driving. His eyes were loaded with unidentified emotions as he silently stared at my face.
After turning on my favorite song on the sound system, I enjoyed driving. In less than twenty minutes, I made it to his house by passing a lot of cars and trucks.
"Stella, you drive incredibly well. Why didn't you participate in the F1 race?" When I applied the car's brakes in front of his house, he praised me.
Did he compliment me?
See, I told you he wasn't as bad as you thought. My subconscious is always ready to favor him.
"I attempted it once, but I faced rejection. After that, I was too preoccupied with running my business to have any time to take part." I tossed his automobile keys at him.
"After dinner tonight, how about we go for a race together?" His invitation seemed appealing to me.
"Yes, I do, and I love it too." I said yes to his invitation without thinking twice.
I changed into the dinner gown he picked out for me after taking a shower. After my last breakup, I vowed never to wear blue again. However, when Ethan presented me with this gown, I couldn't refuse.
I had a startling realization that my painful past was no longer a part of me. I have forgotten all about my ex. Because I am so occupied with activities that I genuinely enjoy, I am unable to contemplate my broken heart. I now understand what healing means.
I am grateful that I followed Avery's advice and chose to marry Ethan Woods, who has helped me overcome my difficult past. Even though I know our marriage will end in ten months, I still want to ask him to stay my lifelong friend because I've grown to enjoy both of our companies.
Stella, are you just like him, or did you fall for him? My subconscious questioned me.
No, I can't love him. I yelled to prevent the intrusive question from entering my thoughts.
"You don't love who?"
Shit, what is he doing here?
Hearing his arrogant voice made me turn.