Falling into Her Trap: Don't Cross the Line, Mr. President-Chapter 117: Dear Mr. Blackwood

Ethan Blackwood’s fervent kisses cascaded upon Claire Shaw, causing her to panic!

No, he had meticulously prepared for tonight, while what had she done?

After facing a harrowing moment underwater, she had haphazardly thrown on a white T-shirt and jeans.

Her hair was a mess from sleeping, unkempt throughout the journey.

After all, she’s a girl, she should care about her appearance, right?

It was like on a wedding day when the groom has everything ready, and she shows up in flip-flops, looking shabby!

"Wait, wait!"

Claire hastily called for a halt, "I’m not ready yet."

Ethan Blackwood’s eyes were already tinged with a layer of desire, his voice husky, "You don’t need to prepare; I’ve got it. I know all the ways you like."

Saying this, he was about to move closer again, while Claire, almost in tears, said, "Mr. Blackwood, I know you’re strong, but... give me half an hour, let me take a shower."

Blackwood gazed at the little woman with her puppy-eyed expression, "But I can’t wait any longer."

Claire patted his thigh, "Even if you can’t wait, you have to!"

Saying this, she swiftly jumped out of bed, "Aren’t you hungry? Why don’t you grab something to eat first? I’ll be quick."

She ran into the wardrobe, carefully choosing an outfit.

From now on, she’d pay attention, Ethan Blackwood loved surprises so much, she shouldn’t take things too casually; it would seem disrespectful to him.

Little did Claire know, to Ethan Blackwood, she was like the Moon in the sky, so unattainable.

For her to even glance down at him was a fortune he felt he had earned over a lifetime, his only request of her was to just be alive.

Everything else, leave it to him.

This was the most meticulous shower Claire ever took, nearly exfoliating a layer of skin.

She even put on a facial mask, having just cried, hoping her complexion wouldn’t be so bad.

Outside the window, Silvanest was quiet, surrounded by abundant natural vegetation, so at nightfall, there would be many chirping insects and croaking frogs.

In the distance, the lights of the city glittered, and once, witnessing such an ephemeral scene would make Claire feel empty.

Now, she suddenly felt that the void in her heart was being filled bit by bit by Ethan Blackwood’s love and respect.

She was no longer cold.

Claire chose a white cocktail dress, with some elegance and a touch of flair.

Most importantly, the dress had a veil, making it resemble a wedding gown.

She clipped the veil on.

Between her and Ethan Blackwood lay a deep social chasm, like a mountain of prejudice in hearts that no one could assure she could scale smoothly.

In this world, truly loving couples who can marry are very few.

Claire did not think about the distant future; at this moment, without rationality, she wanted to be his bride.

Even if they parted in the future, she would recall these times with sweetness.

For she once had the best man in the world, and thus, had no regrets.

Click—

The door opened.

Ethan Blackwood showered faster than her, changing into a dark blue silk pajama set. He had expected to see a young woman wrapped in a bath towel upon exiting, but when his eyes fell on Claire, his breath hitched.

Claire wore a white cocktail dress, with a mermaid train trailing on the floor.

Her slender waist accentuated her perfect body curves; she was slim and graceful, yet voluptuous in the bust.

In a dress, it was more pronounced.

A long, pale neck, delicate collarbones, and a dainty face that was beautiful even without makeup.

Rosy cheeks naturally added a blush, making her fair skin glow with vitality.

She carried a subtle smile at the corners of her lips, like a goddess in the moonlight approaching him step by step.

Ethan Blackwood even forgot to react, just watching her in a daze.

The ground was covered with rose petals forming a red carpet, as if they were at their wedding ceremony.

Claire hadn’t used makeup and felt less confident, placing her hands in front shyly, "Do I look good?"

Ethan Blackwood’s Adam’s apple moved, lowering his eyes tenderly to gaze at her face, "Luna has always been so beautiful."

Gone were the past’s deliberately teasing remarks; his face sincere uttered this phrase, stirring Claire’s heart profoundly.

First love, how wonderful it is.

Especially since this man happened to love her too.

She didn’t need to envy Mia Hughes anymore, because she had met a man like this too.

In such an atmosphere, the couple appeared awkward instead.

Claire, wearing high heels, drew close to him proactively, with a little scheme, she had chosen the tallest pair.

This way, she was closer to the man.

Claire tilted her head, her smile sweet as she looked at him, "Ethan, don’t you want to hold me?"

She seemed so noble, he didn’t dare approach.

And now water droplets still dripped from his hair, as he had just taken a quick shower in the downstairs bathroom, eager to come up.

Would there still be time to go back and dry his hair now?

Claire took the initiative to reach out her hand to him, "If you won’t hug me, then I’ll hug you."

Before Ethan could respond, Claire had already embraced him.

The pleasant fragrance of roses from her enveloped his senses.

Claire suddenly enhanced by thirteen centimeters, now she could do as she pleased!

Like a playful cat, she whispered lightly beside his ear, "Mr. Blackwood, it smells nice..."

The shower gel Ethan used had a lemon fragrance, fresh and natural.

"It’s my favorite scent."

She even sniffed, her petite nose tickling Ethan slightly, yet a numbing sensation spread in his heart, tingling sweetly.

Claire added, "And also my favorite Mr. Blackwood."

Love!

Ethan Blackwood’s pupils dilated; he heard the word from Claire’s lips!

But at this moment, he was already wholly captured by Claire, even though Claire hadn’t done anything yet, his self-control was about to collapse.

His Adam’s apple slid unconsciously.

Claire’s fingertips leisurely grazed over, "Mr. Blackwood’s Adam’s apple..."

Nervous, Ethan swallowed more obviously, and the next second, he felt a warmth at his Adam’s apple.

Ethan was utterly immobilized, his mind momentarily crashing, like the static snow on an old TV screen.

His mind went blank; he had lost all consciousness.

Yet, this was just the beginning.

Claire gradually advanced, pinning Ethan against the "Silvanest" wall, the rose fragrance even more intense.

"Mr. Blackwood, do you like this scent?" Claire asked.

He completely lost control, could only answer unconsciously, voice hoarse, "I do..."

"Then... remember tonight well."

Claire smiled gently at him, lifting his hand to her face, interlocking their fingers.

Their rings, like lovers, rested closely together. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Claire gently brushed her nose against his.

Her voice was soft, sweet, "No matter whether we will be together in the future, I will never forget you, dear Mr. Blackwood, at this moment Claire loves you very much."

Upon finishing, Claire’s lips lightly like petals landed on his thin lips...