Falling into Her Trap: Don't Cross the Line, Mr. President-Chapter 7: How Did You Come Over Here?

Upon hearing this, Claire Shaw immediately reached out to cover his thin lips, rejecting him: "No, you don’t want to."

The man’s eyes held a hint of amusement. He moved Claire Shaw’s small hand away and explained, "I meant that it’s late, and I want to take you home."

Claire Shaw’s face turned a shade of red, not expecting her misunderstanding. She replied coolly, "Mr. Blackwood, I appreciate your kindness, but our identities are unique, and continuing to interact with you will cause trouble for my work."

Claire Shaw pulled his hand away, expressionless, and said, "It’s late, you should rest early."

Get in the car, close the door, start the engine, all in one go.

Once home, after a shower, Claire Shaw opened a bottle of red wine and sat on the terrace, drinking while appreciating the night view.

Her phone suddenly pushed a news alert.

"A Power Union! The Sutton and Crawford Families Unite in Marriage!"

Below was a picture of the sunset, showing Owen Crawford and Stella Sutton’s families dining on a yacht.

Her ex-boyfriend was getting engaged to her half-sister. She remained indifferent and put down the phone.

The sudden ringing broke the tranquility of the moment; Claire Shaw frowned and answered, "Mom."

The woman’s angry voice came through from the other end of the line: "Have you seen the news about Owen Crawford’s engagement?"

"Yes."

"Even the duck that was at your doorstep could fly away, and it was snatched by that little bitch from The Sutton Family. Such a waste, having such a pretty face."

"Idiot, I’ve picked out a wealthy blind date for you. Pay attention when he returns to the country!"

With the woman’s endless tirade of insults, Claire Shaw was also curious as to whether she was truly her biological daughter.

How could there be a mother in this world who doesn’t love her own child?

Growing up, whenever things didn’t go her mother’s way, she would use the most malicious words to attack her.

After all the harsh words were used up, Claire Shaw finally spoke slowly, "Mom, I don’t want to date or get married for now."

"Are you planning to keep a widow’s role for Owen Crawford forever? Do you want me to be trampled under Heather Lowe’s feet all my life? Put some effort into looking good, and I’ll notify you of the blind date’s time."

Miranda Shaw hung up the call unilaterally after venting enough.

From beginning to end, she didn’t care if her daughter was hurt or upset.

To her, nothing was more important than marrying into money.

More than half a bottle of red wine was gone, and Claire Shaw was beginning to feel tipsy.

She wasn’t upset about Owen Crawford’s infidelity; she was upset about her broken family.

Claire Shaw felt her heart empty, no amount of wine could fill it.

In the past, at times like this, she would send a message to that man, and he would reply with a room number.

Then Claire Shaw would choose a revealing dress and meet up.

Tonight, she felt especially desolate and empty, wanting to do something to fill the void in her heart.

Ethan was, unfortunately, her student’s father, someone she could no longer touch.

Claire Shaw poured another glass of red wine, sipping it under the moonlight.

"Ding-dong——"

The doorbell rang, breaking the silence of the night.

Claire Shaw saw the handsome face on the video doorbell and thought it was her imagination.

Upon opening the door, Ethan Blackwood appeared wearing a black jacket at the entrance.

"Why are you here?"

Ethan Blackwood raised a bottle of ointment, "The injury you sustained at my place; it’s my responsibility to take care of it."

His gaze fell on Claire Shaw, wearing a snow-white bathrobe loosely tied with a bow at the waist, revealing glimpses of skin.

Shoe-less, her petite, white feet rested on the wooden floor.

Her hair cascaded over her shoulders, the damp ends slightly curled, paired with her flushed cheeks and dreamy eyes.

Her whole body exuded a certain aura.

Lethargic, enticing.

The faint aroma of wine lingered in the air; she’d actually gotten herself drunk alone. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Claire Shaw was only slightly intoxicated, her mind still clear. She spoke coolly, "Thank you, give me the ointment, and you can leave, Mr. Blackwood."

She took the bottle and was about to close the door when the man’s long leg stepped forward, wedging it in the door, and then squeezed in, closing the door behind him.

Inside, only the terrace light was on, the living room dim.

Claire Shaw frowned, threateningly, "Mr. Blackwood, please leave immediately, or I’ll call secu...."

Ethan Blackwood bent down, one arm under her armpit and the other under her legs, easily lifting Claire Shaw.

The living room was small, with just a few steps he walked to the sofa and set her down.

This commotion made him feel somewhat warm, prompting him to shed his jacket, revealing a black vest underneath.

It clung to the defined muscles of the man, his entwined veins showcasing full male charm.

He knelt on one knee by the sofa, grabbing Claire Shaw’s ankle forcefully, leaving her no room for refusal, "Don’t move."

With that movement, had he lifted her leg any higher, the view beneath the bathrobe would have been fully exposed.

His precision was impeccable, leaving Claire Shaw afraid to move hastily.

After all, the strength discrepancy between men and women was vast.

Angrily, she stomped her delicate foot firmly on his leg, only to find it as hard as iron, even slightly uncomfortable.

Ethan Blackwood saw the bruising on her knee, furrowing his handsome brows.

"You haven’t applied ointment all day?"

Her skin was the most delicate, even the slightest force would leave marks, and after last night’s fall, she hadn’t bothered to take care.

"It’s just a small wound... hiss..."

The slap in the face came too quickly; as soon as Ethan Blackwood applied the ointment, she couldn’t hold back.

Her large fox-like eyes welled up with tears from the pain; perhaps it was the alcohol effect, she softly let out, "Ethan Blackwood, it hurts, please be gentle..."

That sound made Ethan Blackwood’s blood boil, his gaze towards Claire Shaw growing deeper, a heat rising in his lower abdomen, making his heart itch, wanting to...