Falling into Her Trap: Don't Cross the Line, Mr. President-Chapter 23: Four-Person Table

Claire Shaw glanced sideways at the well-dressed man, his left hand resting on the armrest, revealing an expensive watch.

He appeared so upright and noble, who would have known he was so... wanton in private.

Blushing, she had no idea how to respond, so she just lifted her hand to tie her laces without saying a word.

Claire feared he might play some heart-stopping trick again, and instinctively pressed her body close to the car door, not daring to have any contact with him.

Ethan Blackwood and Claire Shaw spoke very little, while the two people in the front chatted excitedly, sharing common interests.

Many women spend their lives waiting for a husband to mature, but honestly, most men just grow older without growing up, remaining willful, playful, and selfish like children.

Mia Hughes was different from the women he had encountered before; she was naive and romantic, yet also childlike.

In some respects, the two of them were a perfect match, sharing many common interests.

For example, the anime they followed as kids, or how their favorite comic author had passed away.

It starkly contrasted with the tranquility of the two in the back seat.

When the car stopped, Claire Shaw was the first to push open the door and get out.

The evening breeze carried a slight sultriness, hitting her face, as Claire’s mood slowly calmed down.

Mia Hughes wanted to hold her arm, but Sean Jacobs pulled her away. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

The two held each other’s hands tightly, exchanging sweet glances, even their steps were light and joyful.

Truly as the lyrics say.

"At first, every moment is wonderfully indescribable, everyone thinks the passion will never fade."

The most beautiful thing on earth is the beginning.

Like a newborn baby, the morning sun, the fleeting bloom of a night-blooming cereus.

She even believed her parents were beautiful when they first met, her father would rush in like a young boy.

Buy red roses that her mother loved, custom tailor high-end cheongsams for her, whispering the most romantic words in the world in the midnight intimacy.

But what happened later?

Her mother discovered he was already married, demanded an explanation, even resorted to schemes to have his child but ended in miserable failure.

So there wasn’t an ounce of envy in Claire’s eyes; she was even worried for Mia Hughes.

The deeper you love, the more painful it is to leave.

"Ms. Shaw’s eyes tell me you don’t think highly of my brother," Ethan Blackwood’s voice sounded next to her ear.

Claire said indifferently, "A love between people of different standings is destined to be a tragedy. Reality is not a novel; there aren’t many stories of domineering CEOs falling for Cinderella."

"I never expected that even in the 21st century, Ms. Shaw would still have such outdated views from the last century."

"Mr. Blackwood, people like us cannot afford the cost of interacting with someone of your high status. About what happened in the car earlier, I hope you don’t..."

Seeing her with a stern face, Ethan Blackwood stepped forward, an overwhelming pressure approaching her, "So, was it because I didn’t satisfy Ms. Shaw earlier?"

Even someone like Sean Jacobs, with his unruly ways, was deliberately polished in front of Mia Hughes, whereas Ethan Blackwood remained an unapproachable figure.

Despite being in a suit and tie, looking stern, especially with those eyes like unpolished gems, exuding a hidden sharpness and nobility.

Yet his words didn’t match his identity at all, leaving Claire Shaw momentarily speechless, not knowing how to respond.

If you talk about city gates with him, he would reply about pork knuckles.

Claire just glared at him, huffing softly, "Rogue!"

Then she walked away in her high heels, but her alabaster earlobes faintly glowed with a blush, and her steps seemed slightly unsteady.

Ethan Blackwood followed at a leisurely pace.

Sean Jacobs had reserved a table for four; Claire Shaw and Mia Hughes sat on one side, Sean Jacobs plopped down across from Mia Hughes, leaving just one empty seat.

Ethan Blackwood sat down unhurriedly, every move exuding his noble grace.

He stretched his long legs forward, lightly touching Claire Shaw’s legs, the fabric of his trousers barely brushing against her calves.

The slight rub of flesh through the fabric, with a hint of body warmth, acting like a perfect catalyst.

Aiming to pull Claire Shaw into the abyss of desire.