Falling into Her Trap: Don't Cross the Line, Mr. President-Chapter 99: I’m Right Here

Claire Shaw felt as if she had accidentally intruded into the lair of a male beast; it was his territory, and the entire cave was filled with the presence of the male.

Now, that male beast had retracted its fangs and was breathing behind her ear.

It made her feel scared, yet there was a hidden desire, just like in the tent before.

Claire Shaw licked her dry lips, "I..."

Her gaze fell on Ethan Blackwood, with some dried blood stains and beads of sweat still clinging to him.

The natural wildness of the man, it was the hormone belonging to the male,.

Inexplicably, Claire Shaw moved closer to him, "I..."

Just then, a crisp child’s voice sounded in the hallway, "Is Ms. Shaw really here?"

"Oh my young master, you mustn’t go in." The butler’s worried voice came through, snapping Claire Shaw back to reality.

She quickly pushed Ethan Blackwood away and jumped off the bed.

Mason Blackwood ran to the doorway at that moment, his eyes lighting up when he saw Claire Shaw.

"Ms. Shaw, it’s really you!"

He ran over to Claire Shaw, unable to hide the joy on his face.

Claire Shaw suppressed the panic in her heart, pleased with Mason Blackwood’s increasingly outgoing changes during this time.

"Mason, I heard your dad got hurt, so I came to check." Claire Shaw offered a flimsy explanation.

Mason Blackwood glanced at the bloody towel on the floor, seemingly uninterested, as if scenes like this were commonplace.

He stared intently at Claire Shaw, "Ms. Shaw, if I got hurt, would you come to see me too?"

"Don’t say such unlucky things." Claire Shaw put a hand over his mouth, "But as long as Mason needs me, I’ll always be there."

That’s how Mason Blackwood was gradually healed by her.

Without sparing a glance at the injured Ethan Blackwood, he took hold of Claire Shaw’s hand and headed outside, "Ms. Shaw, come and see my room, will you?"

Claire Shaw looked back helplessly, finding Ethan Blackwood smoking a cigarette, watching her with a mischievous look in his eyes.

After being dragged by Mason Blackwood for a while, they emerged just as the butler appeared to be "strolling" in the hallway.

"Ms. Shaw, are you here to see our young master? Let me take you there." He enthusiastically led Claire Shaw to a room.

Claire Shaw assumed it would be another awkward scene of the two alone, not knowing besides Ethan Blackwood was Cecilia Lewis wrapped in bandages like a mummy.

Ethan Blackwood had washed, changed into comfortable silk pajamas.

He sat against the sofa’s armrest, with relaxed posture, legs crossed, looking completely at ease.

The mummy opposite seemed a bit uneasy.

Aside from his forceful presence, Ethan Blackwood’s status was like a mountain.

Even a family like the Crawfords couldn’t make him falter, let alone the Blackwood family.

Claire Shaw sensed the atmosphere was wrong and subtly stepped back, trying to leave unnoticed.

"Come here." Ethan Blackwood’s lazy voice wasn’t loud but carried an irresistible tone.

Claire Shaw had no choice but to walk towards him, and the man patted the spot beside him.

Feeling awkward, Ethan Blackwood lost patience and directly pulled her into his arms by her arm.

Claire Shaw struggled to rise, and the man whispered in her ear, "Don’t move."

Cecilia Lewis looked at the intimate pair, "Are you two together?"

Ethan Blackwood lazily rested his chin on Claire Shaw’s neck like a lazy big dog, "No, I’m still pursuing her."

This response elicited a strange grin from Cecilia Lewis.

To an outsider, Claire seemed to be leading, yet she was utterly unaware she was being strung along by the man.

Everything was under the man’s control.

His scheming was even deeper than Owen Crawford’s.

"Alright, tell us everything you know. This is your only chance to redeem yourself."

Claire Shaw had a premonition that the truth Cecilia Lewis was about to reveal would be cruel.

"Sorry."

Cecilia Lewis tried to light a cigarette, but under Ethan Blackwood’s fierce gaze, she slowly put it away.

"Back then, I didn’t really want to do that to you. Owen Crawford was using the Lewis family’s situation to threaten me, and I was under his thumb."

"So, he orchestrated everything?"

"After he forced that woman to death in high school, I vowed never to do something so dishonorable again. I admired you, but never intended to destroy you."

Cecilia Lewis apologized sincerely, "Owen Crawford wanted to create a hero-rescuing-beauty situation, saying if he sullied you, you’d have no choice but to submit to him. This time, he was trying the same old trick, intending to give you a lesson to obediently return to him."

Hearing these unexpected yet plausible truths, Claire Shaw felt a chill throughout her body.

She thought she understood the darkness of human nature from a young age, but she had underestimated Owen Crawford.

That man had kept up his facade around her for six years.

She came so close, dangerously close to being deceived by him.

Claire Shaw didn’t know when Cecilia Lewis left.

She lowered her head, motionless, like a stone sculpture.

How could people be so evil?

If she couldn’t trust someone she had known for six years, what was left to believe in this world?

A low sigh reached her ears.

Soon after, a man’s chest pressed against her back.

Having bathed, he exuded a fresh pine wood scent enveloping her from all directions.

His voice was lazy and deep: "Don’t be sad, don’t blame yourself, don’t deny it, Claire, not everyone in this world is like Owen Crawford."

Claire Shaw met his deep eyes, "What about you? What are your intentions with me?"

Inside, she felt conflicted, unsure if the person in front of her was just like Owen Crawford.

Would he be even more deceitful, his methods more ruthless than Owen Crawford’s?

Ethan Blackwood’s experienced eyes immediately saw through her thoughts.

He lifted his hand to cover her eyes, his warm palm pressing against her face, he could even clearly feel Claire Shaw’s blinking, fluttering like a small fan.

With his other hand, he took Claire Shaw’s slender wrist and placed it over his heart.

Claire Shaw distinctly felt the heartbeat pulse beneath her palm, another man’s, steady yet assertive, like his warm body heat slowly spreading over her skin.

His voice softly fell in her ear: "Claire, some things can’t be seen with your eyes; use your heart to understand."

With her eyes covered by him, she couldn’t see, only hearing his voice and feeling his warmth.

"Or, use your body to gradually feel it, baby, I’m right here."