Falling into Her Trap: Don't Cross the Line, Mr. President-Chapter 16: Delicate

Watching the Kongming lantern carrying her wish list slowly ascend after being lit, her true wish was not written on it.

A family reunion.

She knew it would never come true, so she held no expectation.

Ethan Blackwood looked at Claire Shaw, who was staring at the Kongming lantern, her small face devout and serious.

The warm wind lifted her loose chiffon blouse, revealing a small stretch of her slender, fair waist.

Clearly possessing an innocent face, yet paired with a body that was irresistible to men.

The word "sensual" seemed tailor-made for her.

Feeling the intense gaze of the man behind her, Claire Shaw felt an immense pressure.

This relationship, already hidden in the shadows, would only lead her to ruin if prolonged; she wanted to sever it quickly.

Claire Shaw turned around, the evening breeze lifting a strand of hair by her temple, the faint, warm glow of the streetlamp illuminating her face.

She tilted her head, smiling, appearing like a celestial maiden in the light.

"Ethan Blackwood, does last night’s promise still count?"

"It does."

Ethan Blackwood raised his hand and pulled her into his arms. Claire Shaw stumbled and finally lay softly against his chest.

She wasn’t wearing shoes, and at 168cm tall, she could only reach the man’s neck, her small face pressed against his chest.

In the night breeze and amidst the bird calls, she heard his strong and powerful heartbeat.

His fingertips traced over Claire Shaw’s soft, tender face, "So, how would you like to please me tonight?"

Whenever they were together, he was always the initiator, and from his words, it seemed he wanted her to take the lead.

Thinking about what he had done to her before, a blush spread from her cheeks to her ears.

She bit her lip, deliberating on how to respond to the man.

A pinch at her waist brought her back.

"Where’s that enthusiasm from the bed, clinging to me and not letting go? Why does your face turn red once you’re off it?"

Claire Shaw clutched his shirt and whispered, "What’s the rush? You’ll know tonight."

The breath she exhaled seeped through the thin shirt onto his chest, deepening the intensity in the man’s eyes.

He bent down and lifted Claire Shaw up, hooking her high heels with his fingertips.

Instinctively, Claire Shaw tightened her hold around his neck.

Picking up the shoes, Ethan Blackwood adjusted her position slightly in his arms.

The sudden sense of weightlessness made Claire Shaw grip his neck tighter, letting out a soft cry, "Ah! Ethan Blackwood..."

The sound, merely a result of surprise, was seductive when it came out of her mouth.

Hearing this, Ethan Blackwood almost felt weak at the knees, cursing under his breath, "Damn."

Claire Shaw also realized she had momentarily lost her composure. She was inherently cautious around all men, tensing up like a rabbit at any unauthorized touch.

Ethan Blackwood naturally sensed her wariness, his voice steady, "Don’t make that sound in front of others from now on."

Claire Shaw: "..."

This could be credited to Miranda Shaw. Besides being naturally beautiful, Claire Shaw was deliberately groomed by Miranda from a young age.

Now, Claire Shaw’s delicate body, soft skin, and enticing voice were deeply ingrained through years of cultivation.

Watching as he walked farther, Claire Shaw gently tugged on his collar, "Not going back?"

"I promised to help you digest the meal."

"But now, you’re the one who needs it. Why don’t you put me down, and I’ll walk a few steps?"

"Up ahead are cobblestone paths; can you walk on them?"

He glanced down at her tender, white feet, her vivid red nail polish catching his eye, prompting her to instinctively curl her toes.

"Such a delicate thing."

He spun her around in a circle. To be fair, the man’s stamina was excellent; his breathing was steady, with not a drop of sweat on his forehead.

"Aren’t you tired?"

Ethan Blackwood nonchalantly replied, "Carrying a cat that eats grass, how heavy could it be?"

The two entered the elevator, and Claire Shaw struggled to get down, her face puffed up in annoyance, "Who says I’m a cat?"

The man raised an eyebrow, "Who left so many scratches on my back the first time?"

The elevator doors opened; Claire Shaw jumped onto the soft carpet, distancing herself from him, hands on her hips like scolding a child, "Even if I am a cat, cats don’t eat grass."

He stepped out of the elevator, a satisfied smirk on his lips, "So, are you craving some meat?"

He deliberately twisted her words, leading Claire Shaw into a verbal trap, leaving her stuck.

No matter her answer, it was a setup. How to respond?

Claire Shaw pursed her lips, remaining silent.

Ethan Blackwood bent down, bringing his eyes level with hers.

At this close proximity, she could even feel his breath, faintly intoxicated with wine.

Claire Shaw took a few steps back to escape the suffocating tension.

When she didn’t want to continue a topic, she diverted with another, "Is that the bathroom?"

"Yes, it’s your first time here, so there’s no robe prepared. You can use mine."

Seeing her frown slightly, Ethan Blackwood added, "It’s new, I haven’t used it."

The petite woman quickly darted into the bathroom.

This bathroom wasn’t much smaller than her apartment, with a dual vanity that was both grand and luxurious. The scent on the counter was not overpowering; it was light and pleasant.

There was a wet and dry separation partition, with the shower and toilet in separate cubicles.

In front of a giant floor-to-ceiling window.

Wow, what a large bathtub! It was even bigger than the bed in her apartment.

She had thought the view from the terrace was beautiful enough, but the bathroom overlooked a lotus pond, the evening lotuses appearing stunning under the soft lighting.

The water had been prepared in advance, seemingly mixed with milk, and the milky surface scattered with rose petals.

On the nearby shelf were an eye mask, face mask, aromatic candles, and a half-full glass of red wine, creating a perfect atmosphere.

She suddenly understood why the man had carried her around for an extra lap.

He had been having the bubble bath prepared.

In the seductive night, Claire Shaw slowly undressed in front of the spotless floor-to-ceiling window.

Her bare body gradually sank into the milky bathwater, the warm water enveloping her like Ethan’s caresses, coming from all directions.

Bit by bit, inch by inch, it crept up her body, painting her fair skin a radiant pink.

Letting Claire Shaw’s breathing slowly unravel in the night...