Falling into Her Trap: Don't Cross the Line, Mr. President-Chapter 82: Last Night

The next day.

Birds sang in pairs on the branches, and the air was filled with the unique fragrance of mountain vegetation.

In her sleep, Claire Shaw turned over and fell off.

As soon as she hit the ground, Claire suddenly woke up.

Oh right, Ethan Blackwood!

She hurriedly looked towards the person beside her, but on the small bed, there was no trace of the man, only the unzipped drape remaining.

The sound of her fall startled Mia Hughes. Mia reached out and pulled back the curtain between them, blinking sleepily at Claire on the ground, "You’re awake?"

Claire sighed in relief; she hadn’t noticed when Ethan Blackwood had left.

"Yeah." Claire said sheepishly.

Mia rubbed her eyes and got up, "I heard a helicopter around five this morning; it kept me awake for a long time. Where would a helicopter come from in these mountains?"

"Who knows?" At that time, she was sleeping soundly and heard nothing.

Claire turned on her phone; there were two messages from the man sent around five-thirty.

[I had to leave for something, next time I’ll take you horse riding.]

[The obedient Ms. Shaw sleeping in my arms, I really want to nibble you away slowly.]

Staring at the last few words, Claire thought of the two of them crammed onto the small bed last night, with Mia right beside them.

The man’s head was nestled against her chest; in the warm sleeping bag, she was sweating heavily, and the scent of roses became overpowering.

For the first time, Claire understood what lingering entanglement meant.

She hadn’t gone all the way with Ethan Blackwood, but they kissed endlessly.

Kissed until her lips were numb, her mind turned to mush, yet she remained ever vigilant, not daring to make a single sound.

It was so much like the thrilling, beautiful moments of sneaking kisses with a boyfriend during their late-night study sessions in school.

Even now, the memory lingered unforgettable.

His sudden departure left a strange sense of loss in Claire’s heart.

She still didn’t know the cause of the injury around his waist and abdomen; with his status, who could get close enough to hurt him?

Ethan Blackwood was shrouded in an aura of mystery.

"Claire, Sean Jacobs said there’s a horse farm and shooting range over there. Should we go have some fun later?"

Without Ethan Blackwood, Claire suddenly felt a lack of excitement.

"I have something to attend to; I’ll have to leave soon. This camping trip was quite memorable for me."

Mia was a bit disappointed, but she was happy Claire stayed with her for the night.

She took out her luggage and asked Claire to pick out her outfit for the day.

Glancing at it, mostly cartoon T-shirts, Claire reached out to tousle Mia’s head, "Such a child at heart."

Mia was clearly as old as Claire, but Claire always looked at her with a childlike gaze.

"Claire, whenever you look at me like that, I feel like I see you as a close friend, but you act like you want to be my mom!"

Claire burst into laughter, "If I had a grown daughter like you, I’d probably laugh myself awake even in my sleep."

The two embraced and laughed together, their clear laughter echoing through the mountains.

The tent’s corner was lifted, and without warning, Sean Jacobs’ head appeared.

"Have the two princesses woken up? For breakfast do you want..."

His voice came to an abrupt halt, as Mia, wearing a cat-themed nightdress, knelt on the ground.

The measurements Sean Jacobs had only gauged with his hand yesterday were nothing compared to seeing it in person, as most of Mia’s chest was exposed.

She was slightly more plump than Claire, and the lace ruffled edges of her dress skirt were enough to make any man’s blood run hot.

Conversely, Claire, out in the open, chose the most modest white cotton long-sleeve top and pants, adorned with a few floral embroideries.

The clean style and her flowing long hair gave her a warm and amiable appearance, contrasting her usual distant demeanor.

Two distinctly different styles, Sean saw Mia instantly, while Wyatt Lawrence, from behind him, spotted Claire.

It was a version of her he had never seen before, not the one that kept people at arm’s length, nor the mask-wearing facade, but Claire, still sleepy-eyed, making him love her even more. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

It took him back to his freshman year when he first saw her on stage, illuminated by the spotlight, the beautiful senior sister.

He fell in love! The pure-hearted young man’s heart skipped wildly, his face redder than the dusk.

Noticing Sean’s gaze fixed on her chest, Mia let out a cry and launched her inflatable pillow square into Sean’s forehead.

"You pervert!"

The drape was drawn down, and Sean clutched the pillow that had hit his chest, an irrepressible grin on his face.

He really had found a treasure. Mia’s figure was just too perfect!

Turning around, he discovered Wyatt was there too, instantly changing his expression, "Who let you look at my wife? You pervert, don’t blame me if I gouge your eyes out."

Wyatt rolled his eyes at him. Was it any wonder that he and Mia made such a perfect pair, handing him a packet of tissues, "Cousin, you should wipe your nosebleed first."

With that, Wyatt calmly left, and Sean touched his nose, seeing a smear of blood on his fingers.

As he stopped the bleeding with tissues, he cursed under his breath: "Damn."

He was different from Ethan Blackwood; he’d had some women before meeting Mia.

From celebrities to supermodels, even some influencers, he wasn’t innocent anymore.

But a pure girl like Mia was the first he had ever encountered, and she truly captured his heart.

Because she was precious, he didn’t approach her with the playful mindset he’d had with other women, even after nearly two months together, he was dumbstruck, sticking to the rules of a genuine romance.

Just holding hands could make Mia happy for a long time, and yesterday was their biggest step so far.

The entire morning, his mind was solely occupied with thoughts of Mia’s chest.

In the past, he used relationships mainly to vent desires and didn’t care much about a woman’s figure as long as it felt good.

Without emotions, women rarely stayed by his side for more than three months.

An occasional meeting would lead to something more if the mood was right, but afterwards, he asked them to leave; he never felt this strong desire with anyone like he did with Mia.

Walking with both desire and heart is the perfect state.

Mia changed into her clothes and came out, noticing Sean’s peculiar gaze on her.

How to put it? It was like when she tried to diet like Claire did and, after a week of boiled food, saw pork belly, eyes gleaming.

She took Claire aside and voiced her thoughts, as Claire was a bit more experienced.

"Claire, what do you think he’s really after?" Mia bit her finger, looking innocent as she asked.

Claire reached out and pinched her slightly chubby face, "What do you think? You..."

After a few seconds delay, Mia finally realized, "Claire, you pervert!"

Claire chuckled softly, having packed her things and was ready to leave, before whispering, "Mia, you’re already an adult. There’s nothing shameful about having needs, just make sure to protect yourself, understand?"

"I, I got it..."

"My little Mia is growing up." Claire ruffled her hair, seeing her as if she were watching her little girl coming of age.

She hoped Sean would treat her well.

Claire shut the car door, preparing to leave. Initially, Roy Bell was supposed to drive her, but after she closed the door, Wyatt settled himself into the driver’s seat.

He flashed a serene smile at Claire, "Senior, I’ll drive you."

Claire calmly replied, "Much appreciated."

"It’s an honor to have the chance to drive you, senior."

Saying this, Wyatt suddenly leaned over; his tall frame blocked the light inside the car, and Claire’s heart instinctively tightened.

The man pulled on the seatbelt, leaning over to whisper softly in her ear, "Senior, I saw Ethan coming out of your tent this morning at five-thirty, did you two sleep together last night?"