Falling into Her Trap: Don't Cross the Line, Mr. President-Chapter 78: Good Brother

Claire Shaw massaged her forehead, internally criticizing how Mia Hughes was ruining her reputation outside.

Did she really seem that lecherous?

Speaking of muscular, she couldn’t help but think of Ethan Blackwood.

When dressed, he was dignified and unmatched in a suit.

Claire preferred him when he was shirtless, just in a pair of casual pants, with his V-line extending to mysterious places, exuding an intoxicating scent of hormones all over.

The same abs, but the effect was utterly different.

Wyatt Lawrence, in front of her, had fair skin, and although he also worked out and exercised regularly, possessing a muscular build.

On the court, whenever he lifted his shirt to wipe his sweat, it could make a bunch of girls scream incessantly.

But Claire was no longer a seventeen-year-old girl.

Before the vast rivers and seas, she had long encountered the boundless ocean.

A young man was like a flower in a greenhouse that hadn’t weathered storms, even his so-called secret crush was beautiful.

Yet it couldn’t withstand a tiny setback, too fragile.

Ethan Blackwood was different; he was mature and steady, his strong body like it had endured countless battles in the jungle, soaked in blood that gave him a wildness.

Even the scars on his bronzed skin had Claire enthralled.

He couldn’t be compared with this feather-light boy.

Claire had seen too much of the ugliness of human nature; she was far more mature than Wyatt Lawrence, so she just gently shook her head, "Wyatt, you’re not my type."

Wyatt was a bit anxious, "Senior, how would you know I’m not the one you like if you won’t even try? Just feel it for yourself, when buying things, sellers give samples."

Saying this, he actually tried to grab Claire’s hand to touch his abs, leaving Claire feeling helpless.

Thanks to her bestie, what kind of woman had that silly Mia Hughes portrayed her as outside! Since when did someone grab your hand to touch abs!

Did she seem that desperate?

"What are you doing?" a low voice sounded, and Claire quickly looked at the man walking out of the darkness.

He finally decided to step in and help her!

"Ethan, I..." Wyatt truly had drunk too much and was at a loss as he explained, "I just really like Senior."

"If your liking becomes a burden to others, isn’t it too shallow?"

Ethan Blackwood’s dark eyes were profound in the darkness, "If you’re drunk, hurry back to sleep, don’t invite trouble."

With a single sentence, Wyatt quickly ran off.

Claire looked at him; they were quite close to the campsite, and she didn’t know Ethan Blackwood’s current thoughts.

Would he abide by their agreement from the evening?

The atmosphere vanished completely with Wyatt’s interruption.

Ethan Blackwood didn’t say a word, turned, and left, and Claire quickly noticed others still drinking by the campfire and followed him.

They walked into a dark area, a few hundred meters from the campsite, and under the moonlight and distant lights, they could just make out each other’s silhouettes.

Seeing him stand still, Claire tiptoed, wrapped her arms around the man’s neck, and kissed him.

The man pulled her away, "Ms. Shaw, you’re quite the charmer."

So sour.

Claire buried her face in his neck, like a docile kitten nuzzling, "I didn’t want to."

"He showed off his abs for you, and you didn’t want to touch them?"

Claire looked aggrieved, raising her fingers, "Heaven and earth be my witness, I didn’t have any thoughts."

Her slender fingers caressed Ethan Blackwood’s lips, with a pitiful yet captivating demeanor, she said, "All I could think about then was your body. Please, dear, be gentle with me..."