Falling into Her Trap: Don't Cross the Line, Mr. President-Chapter 85: Tonight You Can’t Escape

Claire snatched the card, it was printed text, without any information.

"Tsk tsk, Claire, who on earth is this mysterious admirer?"

Claire thought of that psycho, her brows furrowed deeply, Mia asked a few questions but Claire did not answer her.

If she told Mia, that chatterbox would definitely tell Sean, and perhaps Ethan Blackwood would find out.

Claire instinctively wanted to distance herself from Ethan Blackwood.

"I don’t know." Claire tossed the flowers and the card into the trash can.

Not long after she threw it away, someone sent a bouquet of incredibly bright sunflowers.

The card was handwritten by the sender, the font was flamboyant.

[Senior, I’m going to start pursuing you.]

Mia hugged the sunflowers, grinning slyly, "I can tell who it is just by looking! Ms. Shaw, quite charming!"

Just as she was teasing, another bouquet arrived.

This time it was a bouquet of gorgeous yellow roses, without a card.

The language of yellow roses is apology, Claire guessed who sent it.

One was Ethan Blackwood, another was Wyatt Lawrence, who sent the bouquet of pink roses?

Claire didn’t keep any of them.

In the following days, two bouquets of flowers were delivered daily without fail.

And the text messages continued as well.

That person was keen on sending her messages, she saw no suspicious figures on her way home.

Though there was no actual action taken, this matter weighed on Claire’s heart like a boulder, suffocating her until it was moved.

Especially in such a deep night, every time the screen of her phone lit up, it felt like a beast emitting cold light, ready to open its mouth and devour her.

Her phone rang, Claire flinched in fear, but discovered it was a familiar number and only then did she answer.

"Hello..." she swallowed, unable to hide the tension in her voice.

"What are you doing?" The man’s low voice gave her immense reassurance, like a beam of light dispelling the darkness before her eyes.

Claire clutched the phone tightly, striving to suppress her anxiety, "Nothing much."

Ethan Blackwood keenly sensed her tightened voice, what was she afraid of?

His handsome brows furrowed tightly, he spoke calmly: "I’ll be back tomorrow."

"Okay."

Although Claire was prepared to only talk about sex and not feelings with him, emotions can’t be deceived.

Upon hearing that he would return, her heart clearly felt more settled.

While he was away these days, she kept receiving those texts, Claire always felt like her feet weren’t touching the ground, as if floating in the air, lacking a sense of security.

The name Ethan Blackwood unknowingly became her sense of security.

The two of them didn’t speak further, yet neither hung up the phone.

"Click."

She heard the sound of a lighter from the other end, along with the man’s shallow breathing as he lit a cigarette.

Claire pictured in her mind the tall man leaning against the wall, slightly bending his back, lips wrapped around a cigarette, his defined hand lighting the fire, then tilting his neck back to exhale a ring of smoke, profound and sexy.

Such a vivid image too intensely reminded her of that night when the two of them were in a sleeping bag, doing nothing yet wrapped in lingering affection.

After a brief pause, Ethan Blackwood’s voice came through the wind, "Tomorrow night, I’m going to sleep at your place."

Claire felt her heartbeat slow for a moment, with just one sentence, the man’s words aroused her dormant desires from the past few days.

"Okay, I have a home visit, might be back home late."

"Send me the address, I’ll pick you up."

Claire initially wanted to say no, but the man forcefully added, "Claire Shaw, I miss you a lot, want to see you sooner."

With one sentence, she uncontrollably sent over Mrs. Lewis’s address.

After hanging up, Claire suddenly felt unafraid, her mind full of thoughts of that man. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

It seemed she kind of missed him too.

Thinking about the meeting tonight, Claire deliberately changed into a white dress.

She had also done detailed investigation about Mrs. Lewis’s home she was visiting tonight; Mrs. Lewis is not Austin’s biological mother.

Even though there’s no news about Mr. Lewis, Claire thought it was already good enough that the stepmother could do this much.

Every day she personally fetched and sent him, leaving in high heels carrying Austin’s backpack, cup in hand, jogging behind Austin with a pleasing look.

Contrarily, Claire and Austin’s interaction process wasn’t smooth, that child refused to interact with anyone, especially female teachers, showing particular aversion.

Early today, because he overturned the millet porridge Claire handed over, spilling it all over Claire’s hand, Mason Blackwood was so angry he almost punched him.

Claire had great patience with the child, not getting angry in the slightest, still kindly wiping it for him.

Which resulted in even more distaste from Austin, "Get lost, you vile woman!"

Claire thought perhaps the remarriage of his father caused him psychological shadow, she planned to discuss this with Mrs. Lewis tonight.

As the setting sun fell, Claire arrived at Mrs. Lewis’s home.

Mrs. Lewis personally came out to greet her, wearing a kind smile, "Ms. Shaw is here, come in quickly."

The door closed behind Claire, blocking out the sun’s last ray.

Claire examined the villa, with decor mainly in black and white, felt quite oppressive.

"Mrs. Lewis, where’s Austin?"

"He’s upstairs, coincidentally Austin’s father is home today, why don’t you chat with him."

Claire frowned, she generally deliberately avoided interacting with male guardians.

Before coming, she had communicated this with Mrs. Lewis.

"Mrs. Lewis, I’ve always communicated about the child’s issues with you, Austin’s father might not be familiar with the child’s situation, it’s better that you two, the parents, discuss together."

"Alright, Ms. Shaw, right this way."

Mrs. Lewis led her upstairs, Claire instinctively felt uncomfortable about it.

Generally, guests are received in the living room; upstairs is the owner’s private space.

"Mrs. Lewis, I have another home visit later, why don’t we talk briefly in the living room."

"Ms. Shaw, don’t worry, it won’t take much of your time."

Claire’s fingers touched the recording pen in her bag, it’s part of her work habits.

People are inherently ugly, even if Mrs. Lewis seemed gentle, knowing one’s face doesn’t mean knowing their heart.

Claire was led to a study, as she entered the room, Mrs. Lewis stooped, saying, "Ms. Shaw, let me get you some water."

While speaking she shut the door and left.

Claire increasingly felt something amiss, such a large villa without even a single servant.

Mrs. Lewis’s gaze had seemed evasive several times.

She was merely a small teacher, what could Mrs. Lewis deceive her for?

Although Claire didn’t quite understand, she still urgently called Ethan Blackwood.

That was her sixth sense against unknown danger.

Ethan Blackwood was the most suitable choice.

He was steady, wise.

Even if Claire didn’t say anything, he would definitely discern her intent.

At the desk sat a man, his head bowed low, his appearance indistinguishable.

Claire spoke, "Hello Mr. Lewis, I’m Austin’s teacher, I’m Ms..."

The man suddenly raised his head, taking over her speech.

"Ms. Shaw, I know you."

Upon seeing the man’s face, Claire’s pupils suddenly widened.

"It’s...it’s you!"

The man twirled a pen in his hand, a long scar on his forehead, he walked toward Claire, eyes glinting like a beast spotting prey.

Excitement, agitation.

His thick Adam’s apple rolled rapidly, his voice altered by joy, "Darling, you’re wearing my favorite white dress."

It was him! The psycho man.

Claire hurriedly grasped the door handle, only to find the door was locked.

She then understood, it was indeed a trap.

"Darling, don’t bother resisting, tonight, you can’t escape!"