Falling into Her Trap: Don't Cross the Line, Mr. President-Chapter 110: Love Sprouts in the Heart

The afternoon sun shone the brightest, casting a golden beam across the azure sea, where schools of fish swam freely in the sunlight.

And the endpoint of that beam, astonishingly, lay on an endless sea floor, covered in a carpet of red roses.

Claire was stunned. In these past days, she had imagined countless romantic scenarios in her mind, but in this actual moment, she was at a loss for words.

The books she had read over the years, the vocabulary she had learned, could not accurately describe such a breathtaking scene.

The sea floor was planted with a sea of roses, like a divine garden left behind in the mortal world, or as if someone had laid a red carpet for her with roses.

It was so grand, yet shown only to her, which deeply moved Claire.

No one had ever been willing to put such thought into something like this for her from childhood until now.

Though the man’s face was covered by snorkeling equipment, Claire could still see his intensely deep eyes through the goggles.

He waited there quietly, calming her heart, waiting for her answer.

Claire extended her hand to him, and like newlyweds, they strolled together on the red carpet.

Claire squatted down, examining each delicate rose carefully. No wonder he had something to do last night; did he actually plant these overnight?

If he had planted them earlier, the roses wouldn’t be so vibrant.

Her fingers gently brushed over the petals, creating a unique and romantic memory of viewing flowers underwater.

She thought, she could never forget today for the rest of her life. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

He said he would give her a special sense of ceremony, and he truly did!

Claire floated towards the small cluster of roses where the sunlight fell and seemed to see something sparkling.

When she floated in front of that flower, she discovered a man’s plain ring inside.

Claire was a bit puzzled, why a man’s ring?

Did he get the size wrong?

As she turned around, Ethan Blackwood stood behind her, holding a woman’s ring.

Not a diamond ring, but a very simple plain ring.

Only then did Claire understand his intentions; today was a love proposal, not a marriage proposal.

The pair they held were couple rings, not wedding diamond rings.

He knew her sensitive thoughts, and her fear of the unknown future after being together.

So today was about a pair of rings, and once he wore the ring, he would belong to her.

Many men would take off their wedding rings right after the ceremony ends, and flirt with others as if they were still single.

Most women would never take off their wedding rings, standing in stark contrast to the men.

Entering marriage, women willingly walk into that cage set for them, raising children, doing laundry, and cooking.

Men, freed from worries, are unwilling to be bound and flourish outside, with flirts all around.

But the man before her was not like that.

He lifted Claire’s hand and cautiously placed the ring on her middle finger.

Then he extended his hand, quietly waiting for Claire’s response.

Was she willing to be with him?

Since he prepared the ring, he wasn’t merely going through the motions; if that were the case, he might as well not have prepared and only gotten the girl’s instead.

What he wanted was a sense of ceremony for this beautiful start to their relationship, which was also the sense of security Claire had been anxiously seeking.

Claire suppressed the excitement in her heart and carefully placed the ring on the man’s finger.

Before she could finish feeling touched, Ethan Blackwood suddenly embraced her tightly.

Claire thought it was a cage, not realizing it was the fruit of years of secret infatuation finally ripening.

He had waited for that brave little girl.

Love sprouted, grew, and blossomed into vibrant flowers, nurtured by countless days of effort.

Finally, finally, he fully and completely gained her...

Claire quietly leaned into his arms, the soft sunlight gently cascading over them, creating an exceptionally harmonious picture.

Soon, Claire vaguely sensed something was wrong.

The gas in her tank was about to run out!

How could this be?

To prevent accidents, she and Ethan Blackwood initially snorkeled on the water’s surface, meaning they weren’t too far from the surface and could freely swim using just a snorkel and fins.

Once she got used to it, they began diving with scuba gear. Claire had learned before, so she quickly got the hang of it.

Gas usage was adjusted based on each person’s habits and water pressure; that is, the more nervous and panicked a person is, the faster the gas will be consumed at deeper depths.

Having experience and being calm, how could she make such a basic mistake?

They had only been here for less than twenty minutes, and the gas should have been sufficient. How could this happen?

It was Claire’s first time encountering this; she felt a moment of panic but quickly signaled to Ethan Blackwood, pointing out her oxygen regulator was faulty.

Ethan, being experienced, swiftly removed his respirator and placed it in Claire’s mouth, despite his doubts.

In this life-and-death moment, neither Claire nor Ethan exhibited saintly behavior like saying, "You go, don’t worry about me."

Without speaking, both were perfectly in sync.

Neither could afford to panic, as panicking could end their lives together.

Perhaps because Ethan was by her side, Claire’s briefly disturbed heart returned to its normal rhythm.

She silently reminded herself to stay calm.

With a clear mind, she and Ethan slowly floated towards the surface, controlling their breathing to prevent lung burst.

Claire took two breaths and then handed it back to Ethan, supporting each other as they slowly emerged from the sea.

Upon surfacing, Claire felt as if she was truly alive again.

They landed on a rock, and Claire’s limbs were already weak.

Several times, she couldn’t climb up holding the rocks, and Ethan grabbed her arms, pulling her onto the shore.

As soon as they were ashore, Claire suddenly flung herself towards him and burst into tears.

How dangerous!

She had almost died in the sea just now!

If Ethan hadn’t been by her side, being so steady while she remained calm as well.

Had she panicked for even a moment when realizing the gas was depleting, inhaled more seawater, disrupted her breathing, she would have drowned in minutes.

"It’s okay now," Ethan gently patted her back, perhaps just viewing it as an accident.

Claire, being new, might have consumed too much gas underwater, depleting the tank, which was also possible.

Suddenly, a scene flashed through Claire’s mind— a white car crashed onto the sidewalk by a big truck, blood flowing everywhere...

It was when she was on her way back to the kindergarten from The Blackwood Group, the big truck initially targeted her. If it hadn’t been for Moe’s decisive actions, she would have been the one to die, and the poor white car became her scapegoat!

Claire previously considered it an accident, but how many accidents aiming for her life could there be?

White chrysanthemums delivered to the office.

Claire’s face turned pale, her voice trembling, "This was no accident, someone wants me dead!"