Falling into Her Trap: Don't Cross the Line, Mr. President-Chapter 8: Catalyst

Seeing that the medicine wasn’t finished, he suppressed the sinister thoughts in his mind and let his gaze fall on the bruises on her knee.

The cold ointment slowly melted with the warmth of his palm, his rough palm gently swirling and massaging her knee.

Gradually, the pain faded away, and the skin in contact with his became increasingly hot.

Before the act of applying medicine could turn into something else, Claire Shaw coldly spoke: "I feel much better now, you can leave the medicine, I’ll remember to apply it."

She tried to pull her leg back, but her ankle was held in the iron grip of the man.

Ethan Blackwood glanced at the red wine on the coffee table, still unfinished, "Why are you drinking alone?"

"That’s my personal business and has nothing to do with Mr. Blackwood."

As their eyes met, the dark pupils of the man held a complexity and depth she couldn’t fathom.

He slowly stood, his body bowed like an elegant leopard pouncing towards her.

Instinctively, Claire Shaw wanted to run, but the large shadow cast by him trapped her in the corner of the sofa like a prison, one hand on the sofa armrest, the other gripping her wrist.

His inherent possessiveness wouldn’t allow her to move an inch.

His lowered eyes became dangerously cold, "Is it because of Owen Crawford’s engagement that you’re unhappy?"

It seemed the whole world thought she was desperately in love with Owen Crawford.

In reality, she wasn’t. She knew her mother’s nature: without a shield, she would likely be sent to a rich man’s bed before graduating.

Choosing Owen wasn’t just because he’d pursued her the longest, but also due to his family background.

Even though Claire Shaw hadn’t loved him these years, she’d considered the idea of marriage.

Just when her heart slightly relented, thinking she could spend a lifetime this way, something shattered that thought, and she later discovered his infidelity.

The trust built over six years, and her slight openness to the idea of marriage crumbled in an instant.

Claire Shaw became more certain that someone like her didn’t deserve marriage in this life.

Of course, she didn’t need to explain these things to a bedfellow.

Claire Shaw didn’t deny it but rather admitted boldly: "Yes, I was with him for three years, I love...mm!"

The man sealed her lips with his own, dominantly and forcefully.

Claire Shaw was shocked; in the three months they’d been together, despite all the intimacy, he’d never touched her lips.

But now, that final untouched place was claimed.

Having drunk wine, her lips and mouth carried a faint wine aroma, acting like a catalyst.

After a long time, Ethan Blackwood moved away, gripping her waist, whispering ambiguously in her ear: "Ms. Shaw, who will satisfy you if not me?"

Claire Shaw’s blushing face showed a trace of humiliation, "Ethan Blackwood, let me go."

In their past encounters, Ethan Blackwood was considerate and gentlemanly; although his actions were wild and dominant, he respected her wishes.

Today, Ethan Blackwood didn’t stop; he lifted Claire Shaw’s chin with his fingers, his voice slightly cold: "Since we met at school, the thing you’ve said most to me is to let go, but Claire..."

His voice was deep and serious, mixed with a hint of desire, causing Claire’s heart to inexplicably panic.

"I’m not some junk you can summon or discard at will."

"Mr. Blackwood, what exactly is your intention!" 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

"Keep things as they are. I won’t interfere with your life and work. Since you initiated it, I will decide when it ends."

Ethan Blackwood’s deep voice resonated in her ear: "Be good, I can satisfy all your needs, like this..."