Falling into Her Trap: Don't Cross the Line, Mr. President-Chapter 72: I Dream of You Every Night

Ethan Blackwood propped his face with one hand, lazily watching Claire Shaw.

After a few days apart, even though Claire wasn’t wearing makeup, she seemed more radiant.

For convenience, Claire wore a short-sleeved casual outfit, with her hair in a bun, no jewelry on her, revealing her full forehead and slender neck.

The gentle sunlight spilled on her delicate and lovely face, her skin so pale it was almost transparent, with a hint of soft peach fuzz visible.

She looked like a high school student, so delicate and tender.

Glancing at her phone screen, even her earlobes were tinged with a blush.

This reminded Ethan of the soft, red-tinged earlobes of a small bunny, making him want to take a bite.

Though it had only been a few days, it felt as if he had been apart from Claire for an eternity.

The young lady held her phone, hesitating for a moment before replying to him.

Just one word.

[Hmm.]

Without lifting her head, Claire could feel that intense gaze; she turned to look at him.

The man’s eyes didn’t avoid hers; instead, he stared directly at her.

His gaze was so aggressive, like a flame landing on Claire’s face, visibly raising her body temperature.

Claire blamed it all on the overly enthusiastic sunlight outside.

Her instinct was to dodge, but in the car’s limited space, where could she hide?

Claire appeared calm and composed, as if nothing could disturb her emotions under ordinary circumstances.

Once stirred, she might plead for a kiss with Ethan even in a bustling supermarket.

In such public settings, she desired nothing more than to keep her distance from Ethan.

"Ms. Shaw, is this your first time camping?" Sean Jacobs’s words interrupted their unspoken flirtation.

Claire nodded, "Yes."

"Don’t worry, we’re seasoned campers, especially Ethan; he can set up a tent in no time. He’ll help you with yours later."

Mia Hughes chimed in with a smile, "Claire, I bought a super cool tent online; it’s waterproof, windproof, and rainproof. Did you bring your sleeping bag?"

"Yes." Claire gave her a fond smile, "I also brought your favorite snacks and comics."

Mia knew that Claire’s tough mouth hid a soft heart, "Claire, you’re so wonderful; the man who marries you will be the luckiest guy in the world."

Mia looked forward, "My tent is huge. I’m so excited to roll on the grass and watch the stars; do you think we’ll see a meteor shower?"

Sean teased from the side, "Sweetheart, my tent is huge too. Do you want to watch the stars and moon with me? I can talk philosophy with you from poetry to life’s meaning."

"Dream on!"

Mia, at her core, was a conservative girl and was not planning to give herself away easily.

Sean usually just teased her, not taking it seriously.

One couple in name only, another without a name but with substance.

Chattering all the way, the car drove down a remote path, jostling along the way.

To avoid another embarrassing situation like last time, Claire clung tightly to the handle, worried about bumping into Ethan.

Ethan looked down, watching silently as the young girl’s palm turned red from gripping so hard.

They finally arrived at the campsite before dark, deep in the mountains, surrounded by water.

As soon as Mia got out of the car, she ran, "Claire, come quickly, the water here is so clear."

Claire, feeling dizzy from the ride, was slightly nauseous.

Seeing the beautiful scenery eased her discomfort significantly.

She stepped onto the green grass, a look of excitement in her eyes, "The grass is so soft too."

A male voice echoed in her ear, "A place with lots of grass usually has snakes too, look there..."

Already scared of such things, Claire immediately turned and exclaimed, "Ah! Where?"

Terror-stricken, a stranger stood behind her.

He wore a white T-shirt underneath, draped with a sky-blue shirt and shorts, sneakers, looking youthful and lively.

Seeing she was startled, Wyatt Lawrence’s mouth curved upward, his eyes twinkling with an indescribable light, "Senior, you’re so naive, how can you just believe a man’s words like this?"

"You know me?" Claire tried to recall but found no memory of this person.

"As I thought, you don’t remember me."

Wyatt took a step forward, closing the distance.

If at first glance he was a cheerful young man, at this moment he was all man.

With a hint of pressure, his eyes locked onto Claire, "I’ve known you for years, Senior. I’m Wyatt Lawrence, remember that name."

The aggressiveness in his eyes instinctively made her move back.

But she forgot there was a slope behind her, and stepping back, she suddenly lost her balance and fell. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

"Careful!" Wyatt reached out to her.

But a strong hand caught Claire, pulling her into a familiar embrace.

Facing Ethan’s dark eyes, she murmured, "Thank you."

Ethan securely supported her, his voice cold as he reminded, "Ms. Shaw, be careful, the wilderness isn’t like home, it’s full of dangers."

Claire’s face turned red as she quietly nodded.

Wyatt was disappointed he didn’t catch Claire. After waiting for so long, he finally had a chance to touch her.

With Ethan present, he just smiled, "Ethan, are you calling me one of those dangers?"

Although Ethan was standing lower, making him appear shorter, his presence was dauntingly chilly. Facing him, Wyatt’s overwhelming aura swallowed everything.

Ethan kept a straight face, "Wyatt, drop your little games with the girls, don’t do it again."

Wyatt reluctantly said, "Ethan, no wonder you’re still single at thirty being so harsh. Which woman would want to be with such a scary man? You’ve frightened her away, Senior, come over here."

Claire was still leaning against Ethan’s chest, the jacket well-insulated his warmth; she only felt something hard and smooth against her back, unlike before.

Claire had no recollection of Wyatt, considering they weren’t even friends. She ignored Wyatt’s friendliness, coldly saying, "You guys chat; I’ll go set up the tent."

Wyatt ignored Ethan’s glare and quickly followed, "Senior, let me help. I’m great at setting up tents."

Ethan watched their retreating silhouettes, his dark eyes icy cold.

It was clear Wyatt was interested in Claire...

He coldly looked at Sean, "This is your great handiwork?"

Sean raised his hands in surrender, "Bro, I just called random people; I didn’t know he knew Ms. Shaw. Don’t worry, I planned lots of activities to warm things up between you and Ms. Shaw."

Ethan lit a cigarette, watching the girl fiddling with the tent in the distance, her exposed arms were thin and white, her small face full of excitement.

Wyatt eagerly followed, wanting to showcase his skills.

Unexpectedly, Mia took out an air pump, inflating the tent directly.

Wyatt looked awkward, "Sis, you bought an inflatable tent?"

"What else? This is much more convenient."

Wyatt: "..."

Seeing the tent still inflating, Claire decided to walk around.

Having long been trapped, she rarely had such a free day.

Not far from the camp, a hand reached out suddenly; before she could scream, she was pulled inside.

Seeing the man in front of her, she swallowed back her scream.

"Mr. Blackwood!"

Ethan grasped her waist, their eyes meeting, Claire saw his eyes full of intense emotions for her.

For reasons unknown, her heart raced, feeling like his gaze would consume her whole.

"Ms. Shaw, did you miss me?"

Claire, captured by him, her eyes wandered, replying absent-mindedly, "I... I’ve been busy."

"But I missed you a lot."

The man looked into her eyes, his voice lazy but carrying a bit of allure.

He lifted Claire’s chin and leaned down to kiss her.

"Ms. Shaw, I dream of you, your lips, your scent, your soft voice saying no... Sweetheart, let me hear it..."