Falling into Her Trap: Don't Cross the Line, Mr. President-Chapter 81: The Roleplay He Likes

The wound was a bloody, gory mess, still oozing blood, yet the man remained expressionless, not even furrowing his brows.

Claire Shaw thought about the fatigue she’d seen on his face when they met in the afternoon, realizing he had been injured then.

Yet he still acted as if nothing was wrong, accompanying her antics.

Claire learned quickly; Ethan Blackwood explained the bandaging method once, and she grasped it.

Only after tying the final knot did Claire let out a breath of relief.

It was her first time bandaging such a wound, and she was so nervous she was sweating buckets. She looked up, meeting Ethan’s deep-set eyes.

When he wasn’t making lewd jokes, his entire demeanor, sitting there, seemed distant and cold.

Ethan Blackwood was tall; even sitting, he was much taller than Claire, especially in the cramped tent, where his presence felt even more overwhelming.

His stare made Claire want to flee, "Your wound is bandaged now, don’t move around too much. I’ll be going now..."

Claire had just stood up when her wrist tightened, and, in a dizzying moment, she fell into the man’s embrace.

She was worried she might tear open the wound she had just bandaged.

Fortunately, Ethan wasn’t that reckless; he was injured on the left side, and Claire sat steadily on his right leg.

Her soft seat fell onto his hard thigh, and honestly, it felt a bit uncomfortable. Claire exclaimed, "Ah."

Under the dim lights, the man’s cold face was also covered with a layer of gentle light, a domineering glint flashing in his dark eyes, "Little Sophomore, planning to leave?"

In this small partitioned room, there was a 1.2-meter inflatable mattress, easily dominated by the man.

Claire had no place to escape.

"You’re injured like this, tonight... let’s just forget it." Claire declined.

She’d heard that Sean Jacob’s friends were still around, and Claire feared someone would return at any moment.

And though Mia Hughes had been coaxed away, if she thought of returning, things would be hard to explain.

Ethan smirked wickedly, his upper body bare, bandages wrapped around him, not appearing weakened, but instead adding a trace of masculine allure to his scarred body.

His large hand caressed her face, heating her up more, his voice languid and lazy, "Forget it? Ha..."

He leaned down, chuckling lowly in her ear, "How did you tease me just now?"

Just then, Mia Hughes’ voice came from afar, "Claire, are you there?"

Claire let out a sigh of relief, tensing up before pushing Ethan away with a start.

It was pure instinct; she quickly dived back into her own tent.

She was grateful Ethan had set the tents close enough, so just as Mia approached, Claire had just finished zipping up.

"Did you finish drinking?" Claire forced herself to calm down.

Mia nodded, "Where did you go earlier? I couldn’t find you anywhere. What if you drank too much and fell somewhere?"

"I’m fine, just went for a walk around and came back. Where’s Sean?"

Mia rubbed her eyes, "He went drinking at the villa with a group of friends, and I got sleepy, so I came back. Besides, didn’t I say we’d watch the stars together? The mountain air is refreshing, and the stars are especially bright, just beautiful."

Claire was about to respond when Mia leaned closer, "Why is your face so red? Where did you go?"

"Probably from the heat in the tent."

Claire stood up to open the skylight’s mesh, "This way, we can watch the stars at night."

Mia had bought a 12-square-meter inflatable tent, with a curtain in the middle, forming separate sides, each with a 1.2-meter inflatable mattress.

The two naturally wouldn’t squeeze in together. After freshening up, they lay on their own beds, gazing at the starry sky.

Mia had lots to say after drinking, while Claire had only a little. With the cool mountain breeze, she grew sleepy.

Suddenly, there was a cool breeze in the lower right corner, and Claire opened her eyes, feeling half her soul fly away!

No way! How dared he?

Even though there was a curtain dividing them, Claire had turned off her light. Wasn’t he afraid of being seen?

Claire’s heart was pounding.

Yet someone was unfazed, forcefully squeezing onto her small bed!

Claire was on the verge of tears. With his already large frame, him squeezing in made her wish she could sleep on the floor.

With a long arm, the man forcefully pulled her into his embrace.

The texture was different from a hotel bed; any small movement caused a violent ripple.

Claire dared not move, scared of touching his wound. Yet in such a cramped space, no matter how careful she was, she couldn’t avoid the heat from his body.

Yet the man had no sense of awareness, one arm reaching across her neck hollow, and his large hand turning her evasive face back.

This close, Claire couldn’t escape, caught by his precise kiss.

In the pitch-black night, with crickets chirping outside, his hot breath fell on her cheek while her best friend chattered away on the side.

Claire was on the brink of madness.

In such a forbidden setting, her body was painfully honest, desires wildly clamoring in the dark.

Mia Hughes’ voice came through the partition, "Claire, you mentioned someone was pursuing you, who is it?"

Claire’s lips were trapped by the man, unable to speak.

Even without a response, Mia continued guessing freely, "Is it Uncle Zane’s son? Last time he came to deliver food for Uncle Zane, he couldn’t move upon seeing you and ran into a lamp post. He later asked me for your contact."

Claire distinctly felt a nip on her lip, it was a bit painful.

She prayed silently for Mia to stop, but Mia had the knack for saying exactly what shouldn’t be said.

"Otherwise it might be the electrician. Half a month ago the school had a power outage, and you handed him a glass of water. I saw him almost put it up his nose. Even after the power was restored, he keeps coming back under the guise of inspections, just to see you, no?"

Claire felt like crying blind. She hadn’t even noticed these odd people.

Mia pondered for a while, finally casting suspicion on an improbable person.

"Could it be President Blackwood? I always felt his gaze on you was different. He’s cold to others, but when he looks at you, it’s like he wants to devour you."

Claire felt a sudden chill down her spine. This little fool had guessed it!

"Claire? Are you not answering because you’re admitting it?"

Claire felt like she’d narrowly escaped death, breathing heavily, replying guiltily, "No, no."

The man clearly wasn’t satisfied with this answer, using his other hand to finish what he was doing earlier.

His agile fingers easily slipped under her thin cotton pajamas, the burning hand touching her sensitive skin, startling Claire into almost crying out.

This time, the man’s hand slowly moved down along her waistline...