Falling into Her Trap: Don't Cross the Line, Mr. President-Chapter 134: Better to Spoil Her Rotten

Ethan Blackwood carried Claire Shaw back to Silvanest. Under the bright lights, she looked even more disheveled.

She wore Ethan’s coat, her hair stuck messily to the sides of her cheeks. The wound on her arm was already bandaged, but her body was still wet, making her look pitiable, stirring one’s tenderness.

Claire lowered her head and said softly, "I’m sorry, you were already busy and I wasted your time."

Ethan gazed at her warmly, offering her a silent strength of reassurance.

"Every minute spent on a girlfriend is never a waste. I should have insisted someone accompany you, then this near disaster might have been avoided. This is my fault, not yours."

As he spoke, he gently placed Claire in the bathtub, cradling her small face with soft fingers, "Don’t always blame yourself when something happens. Sometimes, consider if it’s someone else’s fault? Don’t exhaust yourself emotionally, okay?"

Listening to Ethan’s words, which were completely different from Miranda Shaw’s, Claire’s lips curled into a helpless smile, "Ethan, you’ll spoil me like this."

"That’s the goal, to spoil you."

Ethan gently washed her body, "My Claire is gentle and kind-hearted, she can do no wrong. If anything’s amiss, it must be because I’m not doing well enough."

Claire’s initially tense heart gradually warmed in Ethan’s tenderness.

"How did you find me?" Claire asked.

"Through facial recognition, I traced those ruffians’ backgrounds. If someone wanted to kill you, they wouldn’t hire a few thugs. They’d been watching you all afternoon, and you didn’t know them, so there has to be a mastermind behind them."

"So, I checked their social backgrounds and found that your former colleague grew up as childhood friends with one of them in the same neighborhood."

Claire looked up at him, "Did you catch Yasmin Yorke?"

"Yes, the situation was urgent; there was no quicker way. When she called her childhood friend to stop him, no one answered."

Claire held onto his robust arm, "You must have been really worried at that time, right?"

"It’s all in the past. Once you recover, I’ll teach you some self-defense."

"Okay."

Ethan very gently washed her clean before carrying her to the dining table.

"You must be hungry, what would you like to eat?"

Claire rested her chin on her hand, looking at him, "I want to eat your truffle fried rice."

As expected, she guessed it right; he cooked the first meal himself.

"Okay, I’ll make it for you."

Ethan prepared the ingredients and cooked dinner for Claire in the kitchen.

The warm light spilled over the man in the white shirt handling the ingredients, softening Claire’s heart completely.

Despite the pain in her feet, she walked over to the man from behind, wrapping her arms around his waist, "Ethan, thank God I met you."

With his comfort, all hardships seemed to vanish. She knew he would always come for her.

With Ethan, she could always just be a little girl.

He would pamper her, love her, cherish her.

How wonderful.

She was injured, and not only cooking, even eating was Ethan feeding her by hand.

Claire helplessly said her mouth wasn’t hurt, yet she couldn’t resist the man’s affection for her.

Even though outside it was thunder and lightning, with him by her side, Claire heard nothing.

"Darling, rest for a while, I have some things to take care of."

The matter was far from over, but Ethan chose to comfort Claire before handling it.

Claire grabbed his sleeve, "Where’s Yasmin? I want to see her."

Ethan’s eyes darkened, "A person like her would only taint your sight."

"Ethan..." Claire just lightly tugged his sleeve, and Ethan sighed.

"I can’t refuse you anything. You can see, but be prepared mentally."

"Alright."

Claire always knew Silvanest was large, the front for dining guests, the back Ethan’s private area.

She had been to Lotara, been to Aquaria, but there were some buildings at the back she’d never stepped foot in.

The pitch-black sky occasionally flashed with lightning and thunder. Ethan carried her, and Finn Pierce held an umbrella for them as they walked to a room.

Occasionally, Claire moved slightly, and the clear jingling of bells on her feet echoed in the silent corridor.

Jingle bell, jingle bell...

In the ears of some guilty individuals, the sound was like a death knell.

Yasmin Yorke had long regretted it. If she had known the man behind Claire was Ethan, not even with a hundred guts would she dare provoke Claire.

Clearly, last time’s pool incident wasn’t a coincidence, but Ethan backing Claire up!

She didn’t dare imagine what terrifying things she would face next.

As the door opened, Yasmin crawled over like a dog.

"Mr. Blackwood, please spare me, I was blind..."

Before she finished, through the corridor light, she saw the tall man holding someone in his arms.

The woman’s feet were bare, with blood marks on them. Her pale, slender legs peeked from under the silk robe.

It was Claire!

This was the first time Yasmin saw Claire like this.

In her impressions, Claire had been distant and cold since entering Silvanest, only smiling in front of the children, keeping away from colleagues.

She always thought Claire was pretentious, later hearing from Owen Crawford that she was truly like this behind people.

Owen, seemingly her boyfriend, was no better than others, unable to even get close to her physically.

"Clap!"

The light in the small dark room turned on, letting Yasmin see clearer, the cold and beautiful Claire now snuggled up in the man’s arms like a little bird.

Ethan sat down in a chair in the room with her, and Claire’s beautiful dark eyes coldly surveyed Yasmin.

Honestly, Yasmin wasn’t doing much better than her.

The air reeked of blood, and Yasmin’s body was covered in it, except for her face.

In Claire’s memories, Ethan was a righteous man, wouldn’t easily implicate innocents, much less a woman.

But the knife marks on Yasmin, though not fatal, must have been excruciating!

"What did you do to her?"

Ethan’s voice was icy, "Not much, just had someone cut five slashes on her body every half hour."

His pupils drooped, his eyelids covering one-third, appearing particularly indifferent, nothing like the tenderness shown before Claire.

"Compared to the suffering you endured, this woman dying a hundred times wouldn’t be enough."

Suddenly, Claire thought of the first time she came to Silvanest with him, him seriously saying that he was a lawful citizen, didn’t kill or commit arson.

To provoke him this much, Yasmin must have some nerve.

Yasmin crawled over on her knees, trying to grab Claire’s feet to beg, "Ms. Shaw, I was wrong, please forgive me..."

Before she could touch Claire, Ethan kicked her away, "Get away, don’t touch my Luna, filthy!"