Falling into Her Trap: Don't Cross the Line, Mr. President-Chapter 98: You Care About Me, Don’t You?

Ethan Blackwood had suffered countless serious and minor injuries, and he had long become accustomed to using pain to forge a strong and resilient soul.

Yet the everyday injuries were nothing compared to the pain brought by the tear sliding down the corner of the little girl’s eye.

"It doesn’t hurt." Ethan’s voice was hoarse, and he restrained the killing intent and wildness in his eyes.

Claire Shaw’s eyes betrayed her hidden heartache because, clearly, his wound had healed, but now it was forcibly torn apart, even looking worse than before.

That large pool of thick, crimson blood fiercely stabbed Claire’s eyes.

It was because of her that Ethan Blackwood suffered this needless disaster.

And the instigator of it all was Cecilia Lewis.

Before Claire Shaw arrived, it could be said that Cecilia Lewis had been unilaterally bullied by Ethan Blackwood.

Initially, he indeed didn’t dare to fight back, but later, when pushed to the edge, he couldn’t hurt Ethan. He had no choice but to attack Ethan’s waist.

Even so, it only resulted in himself being covered in injuries; most of the blood on Ethan was his own.

But it was this one strike that Claire Shaw happened to witness.

Claire stepped out of Ethan’s embrace and approached Cecilia Lewis; Cecilia felt a particular emotion towards Claire.

The unwillingness of unfulfilled love, regret.

There was even a faint trace of sympathy he hadn’t realized.

His body was severely injured, lying on the ground in a sorry state; a strong man like him didn’t want to lose face in front of a woman.

As he tried to get up, Claire suddenly grabbed his collar and slapped him hard across the face twice.

"You bastard."

All the years at school, Cecilia Lewis had never seen Claire flush.

Today, he saw it; the girl’s fair skin was tinged with a layer of pink, spreading all the way to her neck.

Her big, bright eyes were full of anger, like a fiery little pepper.

Claire didn’t know what Cecilia was thinking, "You even hit the injured, are you still human?"

Saying that, she slapped him hard again.

Cecilia pointed at his face, swollen like a pig’s head, "Didn’t you see what I got beat into?"

"Serves you right, why didn’t he just kill you!"

Cecilia: ???

Seeing Claire about to hit him again, Ethan grabbed the young lady’s hand, "Darling, don’t dirty your hand, his skin is thick and rough, you can’t hurt him, it’ll only hurt you."

Claire looked at his still-bleeding wound, "First, let’s bandage you up."

As they left, she even kicked Cecilia in the waist.

Cecilia lay flat on the ground, but a smile crept onto his lips.

What a petty woman.

However, it seems you have already broken free from Owen Crawford’s control and found your own happiness.

That’s good too...

Ethan was afraid of scaring Claire, so he covered the wound with his hand.

Claire didn’t even notice when they arrived at his bedroom.

As soon as they stepped out of the elevator, Claire noticed carpets spread across every place she walked from the moment she entered the house.

Was it because the first time she came, she stumbled in the living room?

Even when she went to Silvanest, she noticed a layer of long-pile carpet on the floor, which didn’t match the entire decor.

This man...

Once inside his room, Claire didn’t bother to look around and immediately asked, "Where’s the first aid kit?"

"There."

Such injuries would usually be easy for Ethan to handle himself, but seeing Claire’s anxious expression, he obediently stood there, pointing at the first aid kit.

The girl moved swiftly, fetching the kit and preparing a clean towel and hot water.

She turned her head to see the man standing there covering his wound, blood seeping through his fingers, pooling at his feet in a heap of crimson.

Her heart ached terribly, and she quickly pulled him to sit down.

Without hesitation, she knelt beside his legs, just like when he used to treat her wounds, looking at the bloody wound, which made Claire feel guiltier.

As she treated the wound, she complained, "Are you stupid? Who retaliates like this?"

The murderous intent in Ethan’s eyes dispersed, replaced by a trace of tenderness.

"What else could I do? Bankrupt his whole family? There’s no need for that. Whoever’s fault it is, they pay for it. It wasn’t easy for a family to reach this position. If I drag innocent people down because of his fault, what’s the difference between me and him?"

Hearing his explanation, Claire’s tears, which were under control, surged again.

"Idiot," she muttered softly.

Clearly, he was way up high, with a flick of his fingers he could easily crush people with power.

But he didn’t.

She shouldn’t have compared him to someone like Owen Crawford!

Fortunately, the previous wound had started to heal, only the surface tore, so there was a lot of bleeding, but the wound wasn’t deep.

Claire, having previous experience, dealt with it fairly quickly.

Even though she had just removed the bandages a few days ago, now she was wrapping new ones.

After cleaning the wound, Claire dampened a towel and started to clean the blood from his hand.

The warm towel gently and patiently wiped each finger, her lowered eyelashes concealing the seriousness in her eyes.

When she got to Ethan’s face, her movements were so gentle, a stark contrast to Ethan’s usual coarseness.

He had taken care of her so many times, but it was the first time Claire had taken care of him.

She stood between his legs, slightly bending her body, her small nose beaded with fine sweat.

Meeting her cautious eyes, fearing she might hurt him, Ethan’s gaze grew more and more intense, "Ms. Shaw is really a great learner. Teach you once, and you handle it so well."

Claire met his mischievous gaze and instinctively wanted to retreat.

Because this was Ethan Blackwood’s home, such a private place wasn’t somewhere she should be with her current status.

"I, I will go change the water."

Claire intended to escape with the washcloth, but how could a skilled hunter easily let a prey that wandered to its hunter escape?

She only felt a tight feeling around her waist, and in a dizzying spin, Claire found herself pressed onto the bed.

The springy mattress gently buoyed her back up as soon as she sank in, and the bedding beneath her was very soft and smooth.

Ethan looked down at the small woman sprawled on the bed, a wicked smile playing on his lips, "Darling, do you remember what I said the first time you came for a home visit?"

Claire’s mind instantly recalled his words, "My bed is bigger than a hotel’s, want to try it?"

The scene she recalled melded with the man in front of her, prompting Claire to take a careful look around.

This custom-made, oversized bed was really big!

Not only big, but also very soft.

Lying on it, the mattress firmly cradled her body, snugly enveloping every inch of skin it came into contact with.

The next second, the man’s hands rested on either side of her, closing the gap between them.

As he approached, Claire could clearly feel his scorching breath.

Yet he merely nuzzled her moist little nose with his, like a dog seeking affection, his movements lazy yet tinged with tenderness.

"Claire Shaw, it makes me happy that you’re so worried about me."

"After all, you got hurt because of me."

The man saw through her feeble lie at a glance, "You have feelings for me, don’t you?"

Claire’s eyes flickered, and she stammered, "I..."

His breath brushed against her earlobe, carrying the intoxication of drunkenness and magnetism, "Darling, do you want me?"