Falling into Her Trap: Don't Cross the Line, Mr. President-Chapter 95: A Glimpse of Stunning Beauty

This made Claire blush with embarrassment. Back when the two would passionately succumb to their desires in bed, there weren’t many ways to spice things up.

Most of the time, she was just an accessory on him, unaware of any romance or interest.

Seeing her face turn red, Ethan Blackwood lightly tapped her nose, "Just teasing you. I’m not that twisted. Be good, finish the rest."

"Hmm."

Claire soon received a call from the principal; something had happened, asking her to come over quickly.

Ethan Blackwood’s expression was cold, "You should really rest now. Let me handle this..."

The weak girl placed her hand on his chest, using his strength to get up, "Trust me, I can handle it."

She knew Ethan Blackwood could easily resolve it, but the matter had already blown up. Claire wanted more than just suppressing the news; she wanted to calm the situation and seek justice for herself!

Why should the wrongdoer remain arrogant while the victim has to swallow their anger?

That night, Claire spent hundreds of days and nights healing herself.

She wouldn’t run away this time.

Ethan Blackwood grabbed her wrist but hesitated, and Claire gave him a gentle smile, "Trust me, I can handle it."

"Alright." He released his grip, "If you need anything, let me know at any time."

The internet was already in chaos.

Mrs. Lewis publicly accused Claire of seducing her husband under the guise of a home visit, releasing video screenshots.

At that time, Cecilia Lewis approached, and Claire reached out to push him away. From behind, it looked as if Claire was throwing herself into his arms.

With his wife testifying, why would the netizens think it was fake? Various insults flooded against Claire.

When Claire arrived at the scene, Mrs. Lewis had banners insulting Claire, even brought reporters, causing a fuss during the morning peak when kids were being dropped off.

Claire got out of the car early, Ethan Blackwood knows Claire’s physical condition isn’t good.

Clearly such a weak girl, yet she stands tall and straight, with firm steps toward her battlefield.

He answered the phone, Finn Pierce’s voice was deep: "Boss, found it, the Lewis Family has collaborated with The Crawford Family recently, someone witnessed Owen Crawford and Cecilia Lewis drinking together at a nightclub."

As suspected, Ethan Blackwood had sensed something was wrong last night.

Someone behind it wants to destroy everything Claire has.

It’s Owen Crawford.

"Look into what happened before Cecilia Lewis went in, did Owen Crawford participate in planning?"

"Yes, right now there are overwhelming negative opinions of Ms. Shaw. Should we handle it?"

Ethan Blackwood stared at the girl’s straightened back, "No need, she can handle everything."

Claire showed up here, she was already prepared, this is her battlefield.

What he needs to do is to back her up when she’s struggling.

But for now, Claire is capable of handling it.

His intervention, the capital involvement would ruin Claire’s plan.

Ethan Blackwood suddenly thought of that rainy morning from many years ago, covered in blood, chased down to the alley.

The young girl had reported it to the police ahead of time, hiding in the dark, watching as he was about to be killed by someone else’s knife.

Unsure where she got the courage, she grabbed a brick from the corner and rushed out.

Her face, her hair tips were covered with a thin layer of water droplets, fearlessly standing in front of him.

Though her body was shaking with fear, she extended her arms and bravely shouted with her immature voice: "I’m telling you all, the police are already here!"

It was the only time he was protected by such a thin, weak back.

Covered in blood at the time, Claire even looked back at him, her voice trembling: "Don’t be afraid, I will protect you."

This courageous girl, who was bullied from a young age, can still stand up selflessly when someone is in trouble.

That glance took away this man’s lifetime.

Hence, Ethan Blackwood believes, his girl will surely win.

She is a lotus blossoming in the mud, no one in the world is cleaner and braver than her.

Claire walked up to Mrs. Lewis, her voice calm and clear: "Mrs. Lewis, clear the truth now, and I can let you off."

Mrs. Lewis’s eyes flickered, unable to process a single word.

"Ms. Shaw, I trusted you, who would have known you’d seduce my husband. You are not fit to be a teacher!"

"Exactly, someone like you will corrupt the children, get out of the kindergarten!" Someone in the crowd chimed in.

Claire ignored all insults and smiled softly: "Everyone, don’t be anxious, I will tell you all the truth as it is."

"After Austin Lewis transferred schools, I’ve been liaising with Mrs. Lewis. Once there, however, she led me to the study to meet her husband alone."

"Nonsense! Are you implying I intentionally let you and my husband be alone? What wife would be so generous? Ms. Shaw, even your lies should have limits!"

Claire was prepared, took out a voice recorder.

"Mrs. Lewis, I’ve recorded the process of our meeting."

In the public eye, Claire played edited content, deliberately omitting past events with Cecilia Lewis, only showcasing enough for people to know the story’s full context.

Claire brought out surveillance footage Ethan Blackwood helped retrieve, clearly showing her and Mrs. Lewis entering the Lewis Family together.

With the situation reversed, Mrs. Lewis fled in guilt.

Claire was too exhausted to continue the interviews, requested time off from the principal.

She left with effort, umbrella in hand, eyes growing blurry.

She knew Ethan Blackwood waited for her, keep going...

At the next corner, her vision blacked out, the umbrella slipped from her hand, Claire stumbled into a puddle.

She thought, it’s over.

The anticipated pain didn’t come, strong male hands held her waist.

Claire’s head gently rested on the man’s chest, the familiar scent from him reached her nose.

She opened her confused eyes slowly looked up, meeting a pair of deeply affectionate dark eyes.

"Ethan Blackwood..."

"It’s me."

The man’s large hand brushed against her burning cheek, his hot breath enveloped her ear: "Good girl, you did well, I’ll take you home..."

Speaking so, he lifted Claire horizontally, bending to get in the car. Although Claire had a fever, her body felt cold, the chill soaking from her bones.

She closed her eyes, snuggling into Ethan Blackwood’s arms like a greedy kitten, "Cold, Ethan, I’m so cold."

Ethan Blackwood’s eyebrows furrowed with a trace of worry, instinctively holding Claire tighter.

Claire still felt it wasn’t enough, her fingers unconsciously tugged at his clothes, touched his skin, finally feeling a bit warmer.

She mumbled incoherently: "Good brother, want a hug, a tight hug..."