Falling into Her Trap: Don't Cross the Line, Mr. President-Chapter 35: Good Girl

Claire Shaw was endlessly daydreaming when she suddenly felt warmth in her nose. She raised her hand to touch it, and a bright red appeared on her fingertips.

"Awake?"

Hearing the man’s voice, Claire’s heart skipped a beat, and she quickly turned around and ran away.

Ethan Blackwood, holding a spatula, turned and saw a white blur as Claire fled hastily.

"Bang!"

Claire slammed the bathroom door shut and looked in the mirror at the blood streaming from her nose.

In movies, when a man sees a beauty and gets a nosebleed, she thought it was exaggerated. But when it happened to her, Claire realized reality indeed doesn’t lie.

Close call, he almost saw it!

Claire stopped the bleeding and turned on the shower, cooling herself off with cold water early in the morning.

But she couldn’t shake the image of the man’s perfectly proportioned physique from her mind.

When she emerged, clear-headed, reaching for the towel, she found the towel a bit damp.

It must have been used earlier by the man for his morning shower, with some water stains still remaining.

Thinking about the towel that had wiped every part of the man’s body, the blush that had just faded from Claire’s face returned immediately.

Scoundrel, disturbing my peace!

Once she was ready and emerged from the bathroom, the man was no longer in the room.

On the table were warm milk, sliced fruits, and a nutritionally balanced sandwich.

There was also a sticky note in powerful handwriting.

"Good girl, remember to eat well."

At the kindergarten.

Claire outright refused the principal, while Yasmin Yorke sarcastically insisted on contributing to the kindergarten, telling her to give it a try, to which Claire indifferently replied, "Feel free."

"Claire Shaw, why are you so high and mighty? You’ll be crying when I succeed!"

Claire merely gave a faint smile, "I wish you success."

Claire’s indifferent attitude infuriated Yasmin, making her stomp her foot multiple times in anger before she finally left for The Blackwood Group.

This scene was just witnessed by Mason Blackwood, who lowered his head and sent a message using his phone watch.

[Dad, please help Ms. Shaw...]

[Explain more.]

...

The next day, the principal joyfully announced, "I just received news that The Blackwood Group Construction has donated the land to our kindergarten for use without a time limit."

The principal continued, "We have Mr. Yorke’s efforts to thank for this."

Saying this, the principal deliberately glanced at Claire.

Yasmin wore a look of pride. "Principal, I just did what a teacher ought to do, unlike some people who are selfish and only think of themselves."

Claire found it strange, as Mia Hughes pulled her aside to a place where no one was around to explain, "I’m furious, President Blackwood really has something going on with Yasmin."

"Really?" Claire felt tension in her heart.

"Yesterday, when Yasmin went to The Blackwood Group, Sean Jacobs was also there. He said President Blackwood not only met Yasmin alone but also hinted President Blackwood might be looking for a stepmom for his kids."

Claire felt very conflicted. In the past, she worried Ethan Blackwood fancied her, but it turned out Ethan was merely looking for a kindergarten teacher to care for the two kids.

He set his sights on Yasmin, and Claire felt relieved, happy about it.

But quickly, Claire thought about the orphanage, and her mood dipped a bit. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

His choice of Yasmin meant he rejected her, so what about the children?

Mia also worried for her, "The principal initially intended to promote you to head teacher, but now that Yasmin went to take credit, the position will definitely be hers, and she’ll surely target you later."

Claire’s mind was full of Ethan’s attitude towards her, too preoccupied to care about Yasmin’s matters, "Whatever."

Meanwhile, in the office.

Yasmin was already boasting about Ethan Blackwood’s distinctive treatment of her at The Blackwood Group the day before, handling the pool matter gaining much praise from the leadership, and her promotion was imminent, prompting her to invite colleagues to a dinner celebration.

After work, the group headed to the location and waited for the elevator, but Yasmin intentionally left Claire behind.

Such targeting was faster than expected, and Claire didn’t mind; she inherently disliked crowding, calmly waiting for the next one.

She sensed the waiter nearby seemed to be sizing her up, and moments later, the waiter approached her.

"Hello, miss, there’s another elevator here, please follow me."

Claire followed the waiter to a very lavishly decorated elevator, and the waiter swiped a card for her.

"Thank you."

"Ding—"

The door opened, and she immediately saw the man leaning against the cabin, not only outstanding in appearance but also with an impressive stature.

No matter the occasion, the man’s straight back radiated a natural authority.

It was Ethan Blackwood. Upon seeing him, Claire inexplicably felt a bit flustered.

The question without an answer lingered; today he gave Yasmin another chance, leaving Claire’s mind a mess, standing dazed and forgetting to react.

"Not coming in?" he stood there with an impeccable posture, his eyes calm, without a hint of disturbance.

Anyone would find it hard to imagine how fierce this abstinent and cold man would become once night falls.

Urged by him, Claire walked swiftly inside on her high heels.

She stood properly and greeted him, "Mr. Blackwood."

The man’s gaze was withdrawn, and his jawline carried a chill, "Mmh."

The elevator slowly closed, isolating them in the confined space.

Even without speaking, the man’s inherent authority emanated, making his presence undeniable as he stared straight ahead without a glance at Claire.

Claire wanted to ask about his intentions, whether what he mentioned last night had an answer.

She stole a glance at the man from the corner of her eye; his tall and lean figure and sharp side profile were like an unsheathed blade, his whole body exuding a chilling aura.

Though they had been so intimate in the past, Claire now felt an immense chasm between herself and him.

She didn’t even know how to begin speaking.

Amidst unease and anxiety, the overhead light flickered rapidly before suddenly disappearing, plunging the entire elevator into darkness.

Soon followed by a strong sense of weightlessness, Claire cried out.

In the violent shaking, Claire was about to fall to the ground when a rock-solid arm wrapped around her waist, easily pulling her close to his chest.

The man tightly restrained her body in his arms, lowering his voice with an irresistibly commanding tone, "Hold on to me."

This darkness awakened a deep-seated fear in Claire, making her tremble as she instinctively clung to the man.

Like a delicate vine clinging to a mighty tree, her tender lips brushed against his neck.

"Ease up," Ethan murmured, struggling to maintain composure, his warm breath falling against her ear.

The elevator gave another violent shake, and Claire’s tensed body not only didn’t relax but clung to him like a spider monkey, arms wrapped tightly around his neck.

Her slender white legs clasped the man’s waist and stomach, as she uttered indistinctly in a crying tone near Ethan’s ear, "Ethan Blackwood..."