Falling into Her Trap: Don't Cross the Line, Mr. President-Chapter 123: Cherishing Her, Spoiling Her

This little vixen.

Sometimes Ethan Blackwood really wants to....!

But when the moment comes, the little girl begs a little, calls out a little, and his heart softens again.

He can only hold her, spoil her, afraid to hurt her.

She only knows how to stir the fire, not how to put it out.

So for Claire Shaw, every experience is just right; the man takes care of her in every aspect.

She has no idea that a certain man has long been filled with pent-up frustration.

When you eat just a little snack when you’re starving, you can’t really get full; it actually makes the hunger worse.

He can only rely on his strong willpower to continually suppress his inner cravings.

With Claire Shaw being such a bother, Ethan Blackwood got distracted and didn’t notice the marks hidden beneath Claire Shaw’s slender fingers.

Her skin is very fair, so any little redness is quite noticeable.

Especially since she was on the terrace where the light was dim, and she deliberately covered it with her hand.

Ethan Blackwood’s mind was completely led in that captivating direction, so he didn’t notice that Claire Shaw’s face was swollen from being slapped.

Remembering the reason for contacting her, Ethan Blackwood switched back to the main topic.

"Luna, I’ll be out of touch for a while next. Don’t worry. If anything comes up, you can contact Finn Pierce; he’ll handle everything for you. I’ll be back soon."

In the past, he definitely wouldn’t have made this video call. After all, he has someone to miss now, afraid that she won’t be able to reach him and get anxious.

Even when separating from him, the little girl looks so pitiful, on the verge of tears, making his heart ache terribly.

Such an insecure little girl, even the weather forecast shows that Meridia’s weather hasn’t been good recently, with several days of thunderstorms.

Without him around, would she be scared?

Sometimes Ethan Blackwood doesn’t even know if he found a girlfriend or a daughter.

But the little girl is his treasure; he just wants to hold her in his palm, pamper her, love her, and care for her.

Claire Shaw nodded, "I know, so come back soon. Last night’s...unfinished business..."

Ethan Blackwood was teased until his heart itched, no wonder they say heroes can’t resist beauty’s allure.

He used to think it was a joke, but now just hearing Claire Shaw’s voice, he can’t stand it. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

His mind is filled with the image of her lying on the vermilion wedding quilt last night.

Ethan Blackwood’s voice was hoarse, "Alright, you be good and wait for me to come back, then we’ll take our time..."

His already magnetic voice was low, mixed with a bit of gravel that made it all the more enticing.

She had intended to change the topic, but little did she know Ethan Blackwood’s allure made Claire Shaw really miss him.

Like newlywed couples, having just tasted the "meat" and being forced to separate, that sense of yearning is burning her up.

She finally understands why some widows can’t suppress loneliness, even risking the reputation of stepping out, to seek excitement; once that instinct of desire kicks in, it’s like a drug addiction.

Claire Shaw took a sip of red wine to try and suppress the heat within her, drinking quickly and urgently, causing the red liquid to overflow from the corner of her mouth.

It slowly slid down her slender white neck, seeping right to the edge of her bathrobe.

The little woman was oblivious to this, putting down her wine glass with a soft hum.

Ethan Blackwood is really being driven crazy by this girl.

Clearly right in front, the voice in the ear.

Visible, yet untouchable.

How is this different from the phone recommending crayfish, hotpot, and barbecue when you’re starving in the middle of the night?

Who the hell can stand this!!!

Ethan Blackwood stared at the faintly exposed pink bathrobe...