Falling into Her Trap: Don't Cross the Line, Mr. President-Chapter 104: Pinky Finger

Claire felt she was truly sick. Ever since discovering Ethan had become her emotional comfort, she often found herself daydreaming.

Beside her, Mia exclaimed, "Claire, you have a nosebleed!"

Claire looked up, and right in the mirror of the swimsuit shop, she saw two streams of crimson blood trickling down her nose.

Mia hurriedly grabbed a tissue for her to wipe.

"Oh my god, Claire, were you just thinking about something inappropriate!"

Claire swore she had never felt so embarrassed in her life.

All thanks to Ethan, that jerk, purposely keeping her hanging all along, making her taste that forbidden fruit.

Like a traveler thirsty and hungry in the desert, her mind filled with thoughts of all sorts of food.

By accident, she thought a little too far.

Luckily, despite Claire’s thin skin, her emotions were stable. She didn’t show a trace on her face, "Just caught a cold and it’s been flaring up."

Mia, always simple-minded and physically tough, looked at Claire’s pale face, "Oh right, then you better sit and rest a bit.

"Hmm."

Claire luckily dodged a bullet. Ten years ago she never believed she could ever be moved, but now she was infatuated with a man.

Knowing full well it wasn’t a good thing, yet once the door to her heart opened, she had no way to close it.

She pinched the palm of her hand fiercely, she couldn’t let her mind run wild anymore. Ethan wasn’t Damian nor Owen.

She certainly wasn’t Miranda, she would never follow in her mother’s footsteps.

No matter if she and Ethan will go the distance, she absolutely wouldn’t end up like Miranda’s insane fate.

Her gaze fell on Mia who was still picking out clothes, while Sean Jacobs is a rich young man who adores Mia just the same.

These days, Mia has been sharing their sweetness in Claire’s ear, and Claire gradually grew to long for that unknown future.

She ought to try things with Ethan, thinking about the sense of ceremony he wanted to give her, Claire couldn’t help but feel a little anticipation.

As her gaze fell on the bloodstained tissue, Claire suddenly felt she’d gotten the short end of the stick.

Better to be hungry together than alone!

Why not trouble others rather than aggrieve herself?

Claire snapped a few photos of swimsuit styles and sent them over.

[Can’t decide which one to pick. Good brother, help me out~]

Ethan had learned his lesson by now, to guard against certain mischievous messages, he always uses his assistant’s phone to project.

He glanced at the screen lighting up on his desk; it was from Claire. During the senior management’s report, he stole a peek.

That glance sent his heart racing.

The styles Claire sent were either backless, showing off legs, or three-piece that were downright extravagant.

This girl is getting worse!

She knows he’s been deliberately stringing her along, and she retaliates in this manner.

In the end, both were wounded!

Claire stared at the screen, seeing the other side constantly typing but no message came through.

He probably typed and deleted it.

Finally, a line popped up on the screen.

[Mason Blackwood dad: You can buy it, but not allowed to wear it out!]

Along with that, an amount of 5200 was transferred.

Truthfully, Ethan initially wanted to transfer a hundred thousand. He felt it was too much, Claire wouldn’t accept.

Then he changed to ten thousand, thinking it could burden Claire.

After much deliberation, it became 5200, a special figure suitable for buying a few swimsuits.

Claire understood his thoughts, but she still refused to accept, instead swiftly replied.

[Then... do you want to see it?]

After those words, the reply never came, leaving Claire satisfactorily putting away her phone.

Mia insisted on handing her a few, her face flushed, "Claire, you have to get better soon, or being sick, you won’t be able to go into the water. Sean said that area is a private beach, the glass sea is so pretty."

"Hmm."

The glass sea, Claire once collected many photos. Under the shimmering light, the sea is blue and beautiful.

Dive underwater, you can clearly see beautiful fish and coral reefs.

Just imagining it made her a bit eager.

The following days were rather peaceful. The bothersome harassing messages disappeared.

Since that bunch of white chrysanthemums was sent, nothing else was delivered.

Claire finally breathed a sigh of relief, what made her gloomy was Ethan had been too busy lately.

Many times, he was busy until late at night before texting her, while Claire had already gone to bed. Both in the same city and yet hadn’t met once.

Finally, the weekend arrived.

Claire seemed like a girl experiencing a crush for the first time. Previously going out to eat with Owen, she always dressed in a shirt and jeans, with her hair in a ponytail.

Thinking she’ll be meeting Ethan today, right after work, she went home to pick out an outfit.

Suddenly realizing none of her clothes were presentable enough, the few dresses had all been used for late-night million-dollar meetings.

Claire looked at the bed full of clothes and indeed proved the saying, a woman’s wardrobe always lacks just one dress.

After much deliberation she feared looking too grand might seem too calculated.

Perhaps it’s a beach, Claire didn’t overthink it, she donned a white tank top with a thin shirt over it, paired with shorts and flip-flops, her hair in a bun.

Lightly applying some lipstick, it added a touch of color, appearing casual yet poised.

After glancing in the mirror, Mia called to inform they were already downstairs.

Claire appeared calm on the surface but was thrilled inside as she stepped out of the apartment.

Parked outside was a flashy Rolls-Royce, unmistakably Sean’s ride.

Mia waved from the passenger seat towards Claire.

Claire walked with composed steps into the car, lifting her eyes toward the back seat.

Sure enough, sitting there was Ethan.

Though he appeared to have just come from some meeting, dressed in a sharp suit exuding professional elegance, contrasting strongly with the trio inside the car.

The handsome face that occupied Claire’s thoughts day and night, formed a faint smile when he saw her.

"Hello, Ms. Shaw." Clearly with suave charm, yet when it landed in Claire’s ears, felt a bit off, somehow carrying a playful tease.

"Hello, Mr. Blackwood."

She closed the car door, despite the spacious back seat, they hadn’t touched.

Yet, this was different from her first time in the car, then she only wanted to stay away from Ethan.

But now she desired to get closer, even closer.

Mia was joyfully narrating her longing for the sea, while Claire’s senses were all focused on the man beside her.

Suddenly, the brush of warmth touched her fingertips.

Unbeknownst to her, Ethan had lightly grazed her pinky with his.

Claire felt an overwhelming surge of excitement, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

Yet she didn’t pull her hand away, instead moved a bit closer, actively entwining her pinky around his thick, warm finger...