Falling into Her Trap: Don't Cross the Line, Mr. President-Chapter 94: I Miss You... Hold Me

Ethan Blackwood’s hands were still covered in flour; he casually wiped them on a towel and promptly strode over to Claire Shaw.

Having just touched cold water, his slightly chilly hand landed on Claire’s forehead, right on her wound. Claire couldn’t help but cry out, "Hiss, it hurts..."

Ethan released his hand, his voice deep and gentle, "I’ll be more careful."

Claire looked up at him with tear-filled eyes. The man earnestly examined her wound, his calm eyes devoid of anger.

She blinked and carefully tugged at the hem of his shirt. "Are you no longer mad at me?"

Ethan gazed at the young girl before him, her soft hair falling around her face, making her delicate features even more charming.

Feeling uneasy, the girl’s toes subconsciously clawed at the floor.

Her large eyes sparkled like stars, directly dazzling Ethan’s heart.

Though Claire didn’t know how to comfort a man, her attempt to make amends was like advancing from a slow train to a high-speed one.

Ethan struggled to suppress a smile, attempting to maintain his usual expression.

Claire couldn’t detect any change in his stern face, unsure of his thoughts.

She pouted, appearing pitifully on the verge of tears.

But she did not apologize.

Because she didn’t feel she did anything wrong, and if time could go back, she would make the same choice.

She subconsciously didn’t want Ethan to leave, so she stubbornly clung to his shirt.

Ethan sighed, bent down, and picked Claire up, this stubborn little creature.

Oh well, Claire has already shown concern for him. As for everything else, he would teach her slowly.

Claire wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her face against his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat, behaving unexpectedly obediently.

Ethan gently placed her back on the bed. "Not feeling well, take a day off today."

That gentle voice couldn’t hide his affection.

"Okay."

Continuing their embrace, Ethan leaned over, looking at her.

"Still not letting go?" he asked softly.

Sickness often breeds dependency, particularly on Ethan. Claire inexplicably wanted to cling to him.

"Well..." she hesitated.

The man lowered his eyes, patience written all over them. "What’s wrong? Feeling uncomfortable?"

Claire bit her lip, softly saying, "I miss you... hold me."

As soon as she said it, the man opened his strong arms, enclosing her entirely in his embrace.

He closed his eyes, inhaling the rose scent in Claire’s hair.

How he wished he could just hold her like this forever, embedded her firmly into his body, becoming his rib, so she could be inseparable from him.

But in fact, he didn’t dare to hold her tightly. Claire seemed like a porcelain doll covered in wounds; even a slight force might shatter her.

He loved her so much, loved her enough to want to blend their bones and flesh, becoming inseparable, never having to part. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

Claire also closed her eyes, savoring this tranquil moment.

After a few minutes of hugging, Ethan patted her head, "Wait for me a moment, the porridge is ready to eat."

"Okay."

Claire, feeling a bit dizzy, sent a leave message to the director before leaning on the pillow, drifting into a daze, vaguely seeing Ethan sitting by the bed.

Holding a bowl of porridge, he scooped a spoonful, blew on it, and fed it to her.

Claire had never received such care; growing up, even when she was ill, she had to endure alone. If it got severe, she’d go to the hospital, and Miranda Shaw would hire a nurse.

Wanting to eat her mother’s homemade porridge was impossible.

She suddenly felt touched, thinking Ethan seemed like a gentle father.

Seeing tears welling up in her eyes, Ethan put down the bowl, raised his hand, and touched her cheek.

"What’s wrong? Still uncomfortable?"

The high fever had subsided to a low one. Just as Ethan was about to withdraw his hand, Claire held his wrist, pressing her face against his palm.

She gently and softly nuzzled it, "No, just... I think you’re very good, like the father I imagined."

Ethan chuckled helplessly, "I want to be your man, yet you take me as a father, but... it’s not impossible."

Claire stared at him blankly, reacting a beat slower, appearing so pure and bewildered, making one want to tease her.

"What?"

Seeing her spirit improve, Ethan leaned closer.

His dark eyes sparkled with tenderness and mischief, whispering lazily by the young girl’s ear, "Darling, would you like to try something more interesting?"