Falling into Her Trap: Don't Cross the Line, Mr. President-Chapter 13: Just Like a Cat

The faint scent of cedar emanated from his body, filling the entire cabin with a woody fragrance, like an aphrodisiac mist.

Ethan Blackwood slowly trailed down her neck, the soft and moist touches leaving goosebumps in their wake.

Claire Shaw arched her body restlessly, her eyes glazed, reason rejecting him, yet her body more welcoming of his touch.

His large hand merely caressed over her shirt, and she was already losing control, panting heavily, "Stop, stop."

Just then, in the midst of this ambiguous atmosphere, Claire Shaw’s stomach unexpectedly let out a "grumble."

Claire felt like all her life’s embarrassing moments had been witnessed by him.

The man paused his actions, looking at her meaningfully, "Hungry?"

Claire turned her head awkwardly to the side, murmuring a light acknowledgment. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Ethan casually patted her thigh, "Slide over, I’ll take you to eat."

"Mr. Blackwood, we..."

She just wanted to refuse, but the man’s fingertip pressed against her lips, "Eat, or I’ll have you here, you choose."

Claire: "You’re a cultured scoundrel."

Clearly, he wore the guise of a wealthy heir, yet his true boorish nature was revealed the moment he spoke.

Ethan effortlessly pushed her to the passenger seat and himself got into the driver’s seat.

Claire reminded him, "Just drop me off at the light meals store entrance."

Ethan looked disdainful, "Cows eat grass every day, pandas eat bamboo every day, yet they aren’t exactly skinny—it goes to show eating vegetarian doesn’t equate to losing weight. Besides, can those plants truly satiate you?"

"Broccoli is rich in dietary fiber and helps maintain a healthy digestive system."

Seeing her explaining earnestly, Ethan suddenly reached out and pinched Claire’s cheek, speaking in a doting tone, "Like a little kitten"

Claire was somewhat dissatisfied with this action, grabbing his large hand with both her hands to remove it from her head.

Ethan paused, then continued the topic, "No wonder you’re so good at calling out."

Claire bit his tiger’s mouth, "Vulgar, shameless!"

He chuckled softly, allowing her to vent her anger while glancing at her eyes.

Her eyes were finally no longer red.

The car stopped at a private dining house that Claire had come across before. Aside from being over three thousand per person here, it was privately reserved.

Ethan brazenly brought Claire in.

She shook free from his palm, "I’m not going."

"Is this a breakup meal, will you eat?"

Standing on the steps, Ethan looked down at her, "If you skip one meal, I don’t mind having it with every meal."

Claire was stumped, she knew very well what he meant by eat, and to completely rid herself of Ethan, she had to compromise.

"You go directly to Silvanest, if you can’t find it, just find a waiter to take you there."

"And you?"

"I’m going to the kitchen to see today’s ingredients, I’m picky."

Claire muttered a word, "Picky."

Since childhood, she was used to being alone, so she refused the waiter’s guide and found her own way.

This restaurant mainly featured a Suzhou garden style, pushing open the lattice window, the river’s boat lanterns flickering and reflecting on the water, full of aesthetic appeal.

The inside seating was also stratified, with reservation time ranging from a month to half a year.

She enjoyed the scenery along the stone path, and encountered The Sutton Sisters, her half-sisters.

As a child, when her mother fell into a coma with a high fever, Claire went to The Sutton Family, just to call "Dad" once and was punished by kneeling in the rain.

These sisters took advantage of her misfortune, one stepping on her fingers, the other feeding her spoiled food.

Feeling unlucky, Claire quickened her pace and left directly.

Stella Sutton spoke, "Claire, I’m getting engaged at the end of the month."

"I saw, you two are truly a perfect match!" Claire responded lightly.

The Sutton Family had many choices for marriage alliances, but she specifically chose Owen Crawford.

It’s just to strike at Claire.

Stella was slightly stunned, not expecting Claire to be so carefree, she continued, "No matter what, you’re my sister, I hope you can come to the family banquet to witness my happiness."

"Sister, why invite her? With her status, does she deserve to eat at the same table as us?" Luna Sutton called out discontentedly.

Claire smiled and interrupted their conversation, "Miss Sutton, rest assured, I’ll be there on time."

She walked up to them, "Excuse me."

Encountering them didn’t dampen Claire’s good mood, but upon reaching the highest among the ancient buildings, she looked up to see "Silvanest" inscribed.

It was a five-story mansion! With a huge courtyard.

The people at the entrance were dressed differently from the waiters, wearing a unified servant uniform.

Following the servant, Claire entered. She had been to The Blackwood Family before, a European castle-style villa, but Silvanest was different, with its classic charm, every three steps was a beautiful sight, and the plants were tastefully maintained.

Claire asked, "Is this Mr. Blackwood’s private residence?"

"Yes, usually President Blackwood entertains guests here. The first and second floors are for business, the third and fourth floors for him and his friends to entertain and relax, and the fifth floor is President Blackwood’s private domain, never before entered by outsiders."

So he was the legendary hidden owner.

The servant swiped the elevator card and pressed the fifth-floor button.

The implication being, she wasn’t an outsider.

This inexplicable intimacy made Claire feel uncomfortable. Regardless of Ethan Blackwood’s noble status, she didn’t intend to have more interactions with him beyond sharing a bed.

She had seen her mother lying in the bathtub full of blood, trying to retain a father who found mistresses outside.

Claire had learned young that there’s no pure love in this world, and a marriage is an empty tomb.

Regarding relationships, she didn’t believe in love, only seeking fleeting pleasures.

The elevator doors opened, the servant dared not step into the man’s private domain, politely reminded, "Miss Shaw, please wait a moment, President Blackwood will be here soon."

Claire stepped into the elevator with her high heels, finding the ground soft beneath her feet.

The entire path from the elevator entrance to the room was covered with a white long-haired carpet.

With no one else around, Claire took off her high heels, stepping barefoot.

The ground felt soft and tender, as if floating on clouds.

Claire walked to the terrace to wait; it was a wonderful observation deck.

She stood above a position others strived to reserve, overseeing everything from a high vantage point.

The night breeze gently blew by, the river waves rippled, and the boats swayed with the waves.

The willow branches on both sides swayed like dancers moving their slender waists.

In the distance lay the city center, where every inch of land was precious, the myriad of lights like stars on the horizon.

A small table beside her held a candlestick and decanted red wine, she didn’t hesitate, since she was here, no need to be pretentious.

Poured herself some, swirling and inhaling the fragrance, then slowly savoring it leisurely.

From afar, someone unknown released sky lanterns, one by one ascending from the ground, Claire watched intently.

A presence appeared behind her, an iron arm wrapped around her waist, a chin resting on her shoulder, and a magnetic voice asked, "Is it beautiful?"

Claire pointed at the riverbank’s willows, "It’s beautiful."

Ethan assessed her smooth, fair side profile; under the subtle lights, it appeared gentle and elegant, without any aggressiveness.

Her petite demeanor evoked a tender sense of affection in the heart.

She had drunk some wine, the air still carried a faint hint of its fragrance, adding another touch of allure to the already amorous atmosphere.

Ethan, unable to control his emotions, let his hand explore her waist’s delicate skin, chuckling low, "On bed, Ms. Shaw’s waist sways more gracefully than a willow."

His body temperature was always high, at the moment of touching her skin, it was like a burning ember fell onto Claire, the scorching heat spread swiftly through her entire being.

The two stood atop the high tower, no glass shield before them, the man’s fingers romped freely across her body.

Claire, both flustered and chaotic, couldn’t help but plead, her voice faltering, "Not here, don’t..."