Falling into Her Trap: Don't Cross the Line, Mr. President-Chapter 119: He Looks So Handsome in Military Uniform
Ethan Blackwood was waiting for Claire Shaw to ask about the kids, sooner than he expected.
The young girl’s face still had a lingering warmth, with a blush that looked like pink on white skin. Her white teeth bit her red lip, and her tangled, twisted expression made Ethan Blackwood fall for her even more.
"You’re curious about her?" he raised an eyebrow, a hint of playfulness in his voice.
Claire Shaw buried her head in his chest, her voice muffled, "I know I met you late in life, and it’s normal for you to have needs at your age, but..."
She closed her eyes and thought about how Ethan Blackwood might have done to others what he’d just done to her, maybe even more meticulously and charmingly, and that made her feel a prick in her heart.
Ethan Blackwood lifted her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. His obsidian-like pupils locked onto Claire Shaw’s, and his voice was dangerous: "At my age?"
"Ahem, that’s not the point." Claire Shaw quickly looked away, "Well... if you don’t want to talk about it, that’s fine."
Ethan Blackwood chuckled softly and decided not to tease her anymore, "I don’t have an ex-girlfriend."
Would she finally understand this?
Claire Shaw blinked, "Is it just like those CEO novels, where an unexpected night leads to the female lead running away with a child, then a few years later she dies from an illness, leaving a pair of kids to you?"
The man’s slender fingers lightly tapped her full forehead, "What have you been reading every day?"
Claire Shaw didn’t used to love reading novels, but after meeting Mia Hughes, an anime fan, she was either recommending her runaway bride stories or forced love by dominants every day.
Sometimes, she even threw in some packaged adult comics, which Claire found quite vexing.
It started as a way to pass the time, but once she started, she couldn’t stop.
Claire Shaw bit her finger, "If it’s not a runaway bride story, then there’s only one possibility..."
She looked at Ethan Blackwood with increasing disdain and clicked her tongue.
"You didn’t go looking for... streetwalkers, did you?"
Just after saying that, Ethan Blackwood gave her a slap on the butt, the crisp sound was very distinct, "Ms. Shaw, is that what I am in your eyes?"
Claire Shaw rubbed the spot he slapped, this man sure had a strong hand!
"If it’s not this or that, children can’t just pop out of rocks, can they?"
"Have you ever thought that these two kids might not be mine?" Ethan Blackwood sighed; he and Mason Blackwood didn’t have any resemblance.
He thought that since Claire Shaw spent time with Mason every day, she might have guessed, but this silly girl actually believed they were his kids.
Claire Shaw was momentarily stunned, thinking about Ethan Blackwood and Mason Blackwood’s interaction pattern and how he didn’t give off any fatherly vibe at all.
No wonder he said those things to Chloe Blackwood.
"Then who are their parents..."
"They’re the children of a friend of mine. He died in an accident, and his wife had an accident shortly after giving birth, so I adopted the children into my name."
"I see." Claire Shaw reached out a finger to poke the scar on his chest, "Then have you ever..."
The man leaned down, his warm breath enveloping her earlobe, "Had what?"
They had just finished an intimate moment. Ethan Blackwood was still being gentle with her, and he wasn’t quite satisfied.
Claire Shaw’s voice was tiny, scattering over his bare chest, "Other women."
People are like this. At first, they just want a roof over their heads and food to fill their bellies. Once those needs are met, they start wanting more and more.
Ethan Blackwood lightly nipped at her earlobe, "Baby, that night three months ago, didn’t you feel my nervousness?"
He was good at hiding it, steady as a rock, while Claire Shaw, in her confusion, thought she had met a rough man.
Turns out, he was also a virgin the first time around.
"That night, did I hurt you?"
Claire Shaw bashfully snuggled closer, "It was a bit painful at first, but then it was quite... quite good."
It wasn’t just good; it left her craving, and she couldn’t help but seek him out again and again.
Thinking back to when she had to sneak around back then, now she could lie beside him openly, without having to leave after every time.
She enjoyed their cozy moments after passion, skin pressed against skin, breaths mixed together, even if they did nothing at all, she felt very secure.
"I have a duty to take care of these two children, but you don’t. I spend very little time with them, and without their parents, it’s inevitable that they’ll have some peculiar tempers. If you don’t want to interact with Chloe, I’ll try to keep you separated in the future. What happened today won’t happen again."
Ethan Blackwood’s words warmed Claire Shaw’s heart. He was truly thoughtful, always considering things from her perspective, without imposing any moral obligations.
"Really?"
Ethan Blackwood affectionately brushed her nose, "She’s not your child, so why bother with her? You’ll live at Silvanest in the future, and if you miss Mason, you can invite him to play with you."
This man was truly different from other men. He was responsible and had a sense of duty.
When it came to such crucial issues, he didn’t skirt around but rather laid it all bare, clearly explaining her doubts, without leaving her uncomfortable in the slightest.
Claire Shaw’s fingers touched the new scar on his waist, "One last question, what’s this about?"
She thought Ethan Blackwood would truthfully tell her, but instead, he embraced her in his arms, "Luna, I’m sorry, I can tell you anything but this, please understand."
Claire Shaw thought about the calluses in his palm; he could do laundry and cook, not at all like a pampered young master.
That’s why she initially thought he might have been in the military, and it seems her guess was correct.
Ethan Blackwood had a hidden identity!
Wyatt Lawrence had also said before that the Blackwood Family had a red background, so Claire Shaw didn’t ask more.
"Okay, I won’t ask, I just want to..."
She turned over to straddle the man’s waist, leaned down to whisper in his ear, "Go another round."
One round was not enough to satisfy her cravings.
Their eyes met, and passion was about to ignite.
However, Ethan Blackwood’s phone inconveniently rang, and Claire Shaw noticed it was not the usual phone he was using.
She knew some men kept two phones to deal with family.
But this one had no logo, not like any phone on the market.
Ethan Blackwood’s gaze was serious, he swiftly accepted the call and spoke a few low words.
After hanging up, he looked at Claire Shaw apologetically, "Luna, I have something to deal with."
Even though Claire Shaw couldn’t hear what they were saying, she could guess that the other party had given him an order.
Just like last time at the campsite, when he said he was leaving, he left.
He pushed Claire Shaw aside and, without even acknowledging her emotions, went to the bathroom.
The sound of water trickled from the bathroom.
Ethan Blackwood quickly finished his shower, a towel wrapped around his waist, water droplets trickling down his defined abs.
If it were before, Claire Shaw would surely be moved.
At this moment, her emotions were complex because she saw Ethan Blackwood reappear from the fitting room.
He was wearing a camouflage outfit, with heavy military boots on his feet.
Just as she imagined.
He looked even more handsome, more manly in his military uniform.
The sound of helicopter blades came from the helipad on the roof, and Ethan Blackwood met her gaze, wanting to speak but hesitated.
He had so much he wanted to say, but he had no time.
From washing to dressing, he took less than three minutes.
"Stay obediently at Silvanest, Finn will come tomorrow to protect you, I..."
Before he could finish, the young girl, wearing just a bathrobe, ran barefoot from the bed and hugged him from behind.
"Are you going to help an old lady cross the road again?"
Ethan Blackwood smiled wryly; the young girl had remembered the casual excuse he made last time.
"Hmm." Neither of them revealed this excuse.
"When will you come back?"
"In three days if everything goes well. Be good, I have to go."
He didn’t even turn around because he knew that if he did, he might not be able to leave when he saw the deep emotion in the young girl’s eyes.
Claire Shaw hadn’t expected that after finally spending time with him, Ethan Blackwood would be leaving so hurriedly again.
The man took the elevator to the rooftop. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚
Watching the elevator doors slowly close, Claire Shaw inexplicably had one thought in her mind.
She wanted to watch him leave.
So she quickly climbed the stairs beside her to the rooftop, where a helicopter was already prepared on the helipad.
The tall man walked steadily toward the aircraft.
Claire Shaw didn’t call out to him; she simply watched his back silently.
Since childhood, she had owned very few things; never having them meant she didn’t fear losing them.
The only farewell she had was at the airport; back then, she had really wanted to join her teacher in an overseas tour.
But Miranda Shaw hid her passport and visa, so she could only shed tears at the airport, watching her teacher leave.
That was a regretful goodbye.
Unlike the complex emotions at this moment.
Clearly, he promised the fastest would be three days, but last time when they parted, he came back with a big scar on his waist.
Claire Shaw didn’t know what he was going to do, but it was undoubtedly something extremely dangerous.
She loved him and didn’t want him to get hurt, but she didn’t want to selfishly use her love to stop everything he had to do.
So she resisted the urge to pull him back, just watching quietly like this was enough.
She stood silently, quietly in place.
Ethan Blackwood clearly hadn’t turned back, yet somehow he sensed her presence.
At the very last moment before boarding the helicopter, he suddenly turned and ran towards Claire Shaw.
He knew she was watching him.
He understood her reluctance and worry.
He originally intended to leave quickly to lessen the longing, but his usually proud self-control completely collapsed in front of Claire Shaw.
The young girl stood there, wrapped in a pink bathrobe, barefoot, with disheveled hair, her eyes red and filled with tears, as if they would fall at any moment.
She looked just like an abandoned rag doll.
Ethan Blackwood hugged her tightly, his deep voice filled with guilt: "I’m sorry, Claire Shaw, I shouldn’t have coveted you..."
Claire Shaw matched his apologetic gaze, raising her hand to stroke Ethan Blackwood’s cheek.
Tears uncontrollably rolled down, and she choked up, "No, I’m so glad you chose me, Ethan. Come back soon; I’ll be waiting for you at home..."
"Alright."
"Promise not to get hurt."
"Okay." Ethan Blackwood eventually carried her back to the room, tucked her in, and brushed his fingers across her soft cheek.
"Luna, I’ll bring you a gift when I come back. Sleep well." He planted a kiss on Claire Shaw’s forehead.
That night, Claire Shaw slept alone in the big bed in Silvanest.
Perhaps it was because of the exhaustion from last night; she unexpectedly slept until the afternoon before lazily getting up.
Looking at the empty room, her heart also felt empty.
Suddenly, she heard a noise outside; Ethan Blackwood usually wouldn’t let servants in.
Could he be back?
Claire Shaw’s eyes brightened as she quickly ran out, a sweet smile on her face: "You’re back?"
Their eyes met, and Claire Shaw saw an unfamiliar woman, her smile froze at the corner of her mouth.
