"Stella's point of view,"
"Mrs. Woods, did you sleep well?" When I opened my eyes, Ethan's face was there in front of me.
"How did I get here? Did I doze off while seated?" I looked around.
"I made you lie down on the bed because the trip was long, and sitting on the seat for an extended period could hurt your neck." He responded to me, his eyes glued to the laptop's display.
"What? Do you mean you held me in your arms and brought me here?"
How can he be of such a caring nature that I find it impossible to believe his words? I'm sure that someone else brought me here.
"You brought me here, and I can't believe it," I asked the thought that had just crossed my head.
"Why do you think I can't pick you up here, Mrs. Woods?"
Is he trying to ignore me by having his eyes glued to t
