Ethan POV
"Please move away from me; what are you doing?" She attempted to shove me away from her.
"Stella, don't move, please. They have their eyes on us," I said softly in her ear.
"Who's watching us closely?" she questioned, staring directly into my eyes.
"My grandparents." I pointed towards the shadows that had appeared in our chamber.
"Get away from me, Ethan. Your heavy body is choking me." She tried to shove me away once more.
"No, I can't." I felt a wild impulse to kiss her pulpy lips. As soon as I met her hazel eyes, I lost all sense of reality. I don't know how my hands were able to grasp hers firmly or how my lips could latch onto hers. I kissed her and felt a peculiar calmness.
It had been a while since I saw my grandmother this happy. I hoped to grant her wish. I wanted to clarify grandma's confusion, but my grandparents were so happy about her pregnancy news that I couldn't bring myself to ruin their joy.
As I licked her soft lips, my hand inadvertently moved to her slim waist. When she felt my fingers around her waist, she moaned.
Did she enjoy my kiss? I looked into her closed eyes and felt her tight grasp on my shoulders. I was glad she had forgotten about her boyfriend at that moment.
I sucked her neck, overwhelmed by the urge to taste her smooth skin. Her inner thighs came into contact with mine because she was wearing shorts. I was perplexed as to why she exerted such force on my shoulders rather than ejecting me.
Did she also intend to fulfill my grandmother's wishes?
So you're interested in having sex with her? My masculine ego doubted itself.
Indeed, I do want to grant my grandmother's wish.
To fulfill her dream, the legendary Ethan Woods aspires to overcome his deep-seated animosity toward women, my subconscious questioned me.
Sure, what's the issue with it? If I have sex with her, she will be my wife.
Oh my goodness, I believe you're missing out on her face-smacking.
My hand stopped moving on her body the moment I remembered her strong slap on my cheek. But she wasn't stopping me this time; she wasn't even leaving her place. I saw her closed eyes and her tight grip on my shoulders again.
With your bulky body resting on top of her, do you believe her delicate body can move?
Once more, my subconscious mocked me. That explained why she remained motionless, despite my initial assumption that she was enjoying my kisses. She didn't like you; how many times did she tell you that she was just your contracted wife and did not want to form any kind of relationship with you? She only loves her boyfriend.
As soon as I heard my bitter inner monologue, I quickly left her body.
She opened her eyes right away and bolted for the bathroom.
As I mentioned before, she did not enjoy your kiss, which is why she hurried to the bathroom to throw up. Shut up; I am not a wicked kisser. My subconscious made me angry.
"Stella, are you all right?" I followed her to the bathroom.
She nodded and lowered her head into the sink once more, saying,
"Hmm, I'm fine." Her eyes became red, and she started to throw up.
Don't you think you have to pat her back to make her feel comfortable? My subconscious told me to give Stella a back pat. I'm not sure why, but I stroked her back after taking my subconscious's advice. I tucked her hair behind her ears as it fell onto her face. Her body was shaking because of continuous vomiting, so I supported her by holding her shoulders firmly.
I sprayed some water droplets on her face and used the towel to wipe them off in an attempt to calm her down. After vomiting, her face turned pale, and she appeared quite exhausted. She rested her head on my shoulder and gripped it to support her weight.
"Ethan, I want to go to bed," she whispered in her weak voice. I picked her up and carried her to the bed. I had never seen her so frail; what had happened to her suddenly? I checked her body temperature. She had a high fever. I called the doctor right away to have her checked out.
"Ethan, what happened? Is everything okay?" Grandpa caught sight of the doctor as I was surreptitiously escorting him out the back door.
"Indeed, everything is in order." I did my best to hide her illness, even though I knew it was difficult to lie to my grandfather.
"Ethan, tell me what happened to her. Don't lie to me." Grandpa's eyes were filled with concern for her.
Why does he care so much about her? She is so compassionate and skilled at capturing people's hearts. My subconscious started praising her again.
Indeed. I don't think so. He is concerned for her because she is our guest. My ego did not want to hear her praise.
"She's got a fever." I scratched my neck nervously, seeing the rage in Grandpa's eyes.
"Ethan, please take care of her and check her temperature every 15 minutes. It is your responsibility to take care of her, especially since she is carrying our family's next generation." He chastised me once more.
"All right, grandfather."
Upon entering the room, I noticed her pale face.
"Stella, please open your eyes. Your stillness bothers me." I felt horrible for witnessing her unconscious sleep. This night's silence seemed so lifeless without her. I enjoy arguing with her, but her silence is something I can't tolerate.
I applied a wet towel to her forehead in an attempt to reduce her body temperature. When I noticed a droplet of water on her soft cheek, I gently touched her cheek with my thumb. She took hold of my hand, buried it beneath her cheek, and dozed off. I wanted to take my hand out from under her face, but I refrained after witnessing her soundly dozing.
I sat on the floor and caressed her hair. Throughout the night, I talked to my subconscious about Stella. Occasionally, my ego joined us in the discussion. I couldn't wait for her to open her eyes.
"Why are you seated on the floor, Ethan?" Slowly opening her eyes, she gave me a confused look.
Can't she see that she spent the entire night resting on my hand, which kept me from moving? Rather than expressing gratitude, she was making fun of me. I don't want to engage in conversation with her.
My ego forced me to leave my room without responding to her question.