"Stella's point of view,"
"Mr. Woods, what are you doing here?" I had just about drifted off to sleep when I suddenly sensed someone close by.
"Mrs. Woods, I can't sleep down there because the sand is so chilly." He said this, thoroughly repositioning his body inside the swing.
"You cannot join me for sleep." I quickly positioned my body in the swing's corner.
"Why?" With his hands behind his head, he asked a question.
"Because I specified in our contract that you will keep away from me and not think about our relationship as husband and wife," I uttered in a furious tone.
After all, how is it he occupied my swing like this? What does he think of himself as?
"Mrs. Woods, you'd better not bother me with your chatter because it's late, and I've had too much sleep." He said this while
