Falling into Her Trap: Don't Cross the Line, Mr. President-Chapter 107: Greed
Claire Shaw never expected that not long ago, she was guarding against Ethan Blackwood as if he were a thief.
At that time, he was teasing her foot under the table, but now the roles have reversed.
It’s Claire playing footsie with him.
Just like that saying online: in the past, you ignored me, now I’m out of your league.
Thinking of this, Claire let out a soft chuckle.
Under the hazy light, the young girl with delicate features, fair skin, a slender neck, and an exquisite collarbone.
She swirled the cocktail glass in her hand, the sea breeze lifting a few strands of her hair by her temples.
Her face lit up with a smile.
Ethan thought of a saying—vibrantly alluring.
How could there be such a pure and beautiful, yet charmingly enchanting young girl?
When she smiles, it’s like she’s a bewitching fairy captivating Ethan’s soul.
He finally understood what Wyatt Lawrence meant; Claire only played a piece on stage and left him endlessly captivated.
Indeed, you shouldn’t meet someone too mesmerizing at a young age.
When Claire saved him, she was just a little girl, and he intended to repay her, either materially or in other ways.
After observing her for some time, he realized that the seemingly fragile girl was extraordinarily unique.
Though she suffered from depression, she still harbored a kind heart.
He assumed another identity to be involved in her treatment, to understand the pain she buried deep inside.
By the time he realized it, his heart was already filled with Claire.
On rainy days, she would crawl under the bridge to rescue kittens, feed birds, and only break down into tears during therapy when forced by her mother to learn this and that.
Miranda Shaw looked at her coolly, "I told you, what kind of illness could you have? Don’t waste time on psychological assessments in the future."
She followed Miranda Shaw quietly, her face calm, with no trace of her previous breakdown.
Ethan grew from curious to empathetic, intending to wait for her to grow up.
Later, his life took a turn, requiring him to leave for a few years.
Upon his return, Claire had already entered university, looking even more beautiful, often surrounded by many people.
Yet he remained hesitant, afraid his dangerous work might bring trouble to her.
On the day he heard that Claire had accepted Owen Crawford’s proposal, he rushed to her university recklessly to uncover the truth.
But he only saw Owen handing Claire three roses, and Claire didn’t refuse.
Heartbroken, Ethan could only suppress his long-hidden feelings.
He disappeared from her world completely, carrying his blessings for her.
So even the slightest progress in their relationship is cherished by him more than anyone else.
As Claire slowly emerged from her shell, Ethan felt genuinely happy for her.
In truth, the one filled with anxiety was him.
Afraid that Claire would grow indifferent after events unfold, he greedily wanted more.
A little affection is not enough.
He wants all of Claire, including her ardent and overwhelming love.
"What’s so funny?" His lowered eyes now carried a hint of deep emotion.
Claire’s dark eyes shone with light, "Thinking about our relationship, don’t you find it intriguing?"
Ethan understood and also let out a soft laugh, "Is the drink good?"
"It’s alright. I’ve learned some mixing. Would you like to try it another day?"
"It would be my pleasure."
The two returned to serenity, the distant sea pitch-black, with the faint sound of waves and the string of bright lights along the beach.
Like stars fallen into a desert, exceptionally beautiful.
Mia Hughes, at a table behind them, mumbled with her mouth full of cake while staring at the upright posture and lack of contact between the two, "Why do I feel like there’s an invisible magnetic field between them, harmonizing them inexplicably?"
Sean Jacobs secretly chuckled in his heart, having shared a bed so many times, how could they not be harmonious?
He found it strange; when he looked at Mia, it was like a father admiring his daughter—everything seemed perfect.
Such a feeling he never had with any other woman.
Seeing a few cake crumbs left on her rosy lips, Sean found her inexplicably tantalizing, and leaned in closer.
Mia turned her head to meet his eyes, "You’re not planning to kiss the crumbs off my mouth, are you? That’s a bit greasy."
This girl always ruins the mood with those big eyes, not just once or twice.
Sean was used to her surprising words, his eyes twinkling, "No, I just tasted a mint-flavored ice cream. It’s quite nice; I thought I’d share with you."
"Mint flavor? Must be refreshing, right? Where? Where?" Mia, a lover of sweets, widened her eyes.
"Here..."
Sean cupped her cheek, turning her head toward him, then kissed her.
Mia: "Indeed minty, quite refreshing~"
Soft music played in her ears as Mia heard her heart pounding loudly.
Claire happened to witness this scene, lifted her glass to Ethan, "Sorry, I have to admit my initial thoughts were too extreme."
Clink—
The crisp sound of glass clinking, and Ethan’s eyes filled with waves, "Your thoughts are realistic, not wrong. For them to make it to the end, it depends on whether both insist."
Claire understood his words immediately; the gap of disparity never truly vanished.
"What about us?" she suddenly asked.
Ethan drank a gulp of his stronger liquor, the liquid burning his throat, sparking an alternative thrill.
"I’m thrilled you’d bring us up."
If it were before, Claire would never care about anything beyond getting intimate.
For her to ask like this means he’s started to form a place in her heart.
He is now included in her plans.
"So?"
"I’m not like that young pup Sean, once I decide on something, no one can change it."
Ethan’s large hand rested on hers, "Ms. Shaw, I only fear you might back off."
Claire’s eyes shifted, "That depends on your performance. If someone doesn’t let me enjoy the good stuff, I don’t want to starve."
This girl has learned to joke.
Ethan tapped her nose with his finger, "Little greedy girl."
If they weren’t outside, Claire would have already thrown herself into his arms to act coy but she could only hold back several times.
After dinner, Mia insisted on swimming.
Claire looked at the pile of swimsuits Mia brought, choosing the most conservative one.
Even so, Mia’s great figure almost burst the swimsuit.
This...
It was enough to make even a woman nosebleed!
After changing her swimsuit, Claire pinned up her loose hair and casually asked, "Sweetie, what did you grow up eating?"
Mia replied earnestly, "Of course, meat! Claire, I’ve told you to stop with those useless vegetables, eat something good!"
Claire muttered, "I wish I could."
If someone won’t let me enjoy it, what can I do? I feel quite hopeless!
Mia examined Claire’s white halter swimsuit, devoid of any decoration, it wasn’t even revealing except for the limbs, every other part securely covered.
Although Claire stood at 168 cm, her limbs were slender, especially with those well-proportioned legs.
Every gesture exuded an elegant feminine charm, sparking one’s imagination.
"Wow, Claire, wasting such a great figure without having a boyfriend is truly a loss!"
Claire gathered her things and casually draped a towel over her, "Let’s go, swim now."
The two wore slippers to the poolside and sanitized in the solution.
It’s a private pool; some people are already swimming, while some of Sean’s friends enjoy drinks by the side, or emerge from the water.
Seeing Mia wrapped in a towel, Roy Bell grinned, "Little sister-in-law."
Mia remembered well; last time, it was he who said she was in kindergarten!
Hmph, today she must redeem herself.
Claire’s gaze found the man on the nearby poolside beach chair.
Ethan, always unsociable, and others dared not approach him easily.
Of course, Claire was the exception.
She walked barefoot, step by step, to Ethan’s front.
The jingling...
The anklet rang pleasantly, signaling her arrival.
Ethan was resting his eyes, and upon opening them, he was greeted with the sight of a tall woman casually removing her towel...
