Falling into Her Trap: Don't Cross the Line, Mr. President-Chapter 36: Tightly Embraced

Some unpleasant memories surfaced, Claire Shaw’s body trembled violently. She shut her eyes tight, trying to dispel the painful thoughts from her mind.

But some things, the more you try not to think about them, the more they cling like shadows. Fear was like a giant net, trapping Claire Shaw tightly.

As soon as she closed her eyes, she could recall that year.

On a pitch-dark night, the elevator malfunctioned, trapping her inside. When the elevator doors finally opened, her mother jumped from the rooftop, landing right in front of her.

A cracking sound, lightning streaked across the sky, illuminating Miranda Shaw’s blood-soaked body.

Ethan Blackwood clearly sensed that the girl in his arms seemed off, her palms, clasped around his neck, were full of sweat.

She clung tightly to him, pressing against him closely.

Ethan Blackwood bent down, lowered his voice, and gently whispered in her ear, "Don’t be afraid."

How could she not be afraid?

Claire Shaw was only five that year, watching her mother fall from the rooftop.

If it hadn’t been for the low height of the villa, and the landing spot being the soft grass, Miranda Shaw would no longer be in this world.

Before jumping, Miranda Shaw had already cut herself with a knife, so when she landed, her body was covered in bloodstains, casting a significant psychological shadow on Claire Shaw.

Even as an adult, Claire Shaw is still afraid of stormy nights and malfunctioning elevators.

Since spending time with Ethan Blackwood, her emotions have been very stable.

Even when her ex-boyfriend showed up, she could calmly stand on tiptoe to kiss Ethan.

Claire Shaw is independent and strong outside, tender and obedient in bed.

She is a very distinctive woman, hiding her vulnerability well, never known by outsiders.

What happened to her today?

Just as he was thinking this, he felt warm liquid dripping down his neck, slowly seeping into his shirt.

Is Claire Shaw crying?

This tear, with its scorching heat, spread directly to Ethan Blackwood’s heart.

Needless to say, such an obedient girl crying must tug at one’s heartstrings.

Claire Shaw buried her head deeply in Ethan Blackwood’s neck, allowing tears to gradually spread across his neck.

At this moment, a hand touched her face, and Ethan Blackwood lifted her face.

Claire Shaw was forced to raise her head, in such extreme darkness, she couldn’t even discern the man’s outline.

What was he going to do?

The man wrapped one arm around her waist, held her face with the other.

A familiar cold fragrance came over her, his gentle breathing spread across her cheeks.

The next second, his lips slowly descended, reverently kissing away the tears at the corner of her eye.

His meticulous demeanor, as if cherishing a precious treasure, even softening his touch for fear of hurting her.

The girl nestled in his arms was so fragile, like she would shatter with a light touch.

Claire Shaw’s terror gradually dissipated, turning into surprise, or rather, shock.

Was Ethan Blackwood kissing her tears?

Didn’t he find it dirty?

That gentle touch, like a feather brushing, made her feel a little ticklish.

Claire Shaw’s rationality gradually returned, realizing that at some point, she had voluntarily clung to Ethan Blackwood.

In the violently shaking elevator, she was tightly entwined with Ethan Blackwood.

Claire Shaw could feel clearly the warmth of his kiss tracing down from the corner of her eye, gradually changing its nature.

He lightly brushed against her lips, and because of the lingering fear, she didn’t refuse.

Obediently, she tilted her head back, allowing him to kiss her, as if only his touch could control her emotions.

He seemed to be her emotional stabilizer, more effective than any drugs she had taken before.

"The elevator has an emergency brake, we won’t be in any danger." His breath lightly reassured her lips.

Sure enough, the elevator stopped descending, the cab finally stabilized.

Ethan Blackwood held her with one hand, pressed the emergency alarm button with the other, the maintenance crew said they’d arrive in ten minutes.

Ethan Blackwood turned on the flashlight, a beam of light appeared in the dark night.

Claire Shaw’s emotions gradually calmed down, she used her fingertips to wipe away the remaining tears from the corners of her eyes, "Sorry, I lost my composure just now."

Her voice was hoarse, her nose slightly red, her pitiful appearance quite captivating.

"It’s okay." Ethan Blackwood was about to release her waist.

Claire Shaw wanted to ask him about Yasmin Yorke, when the suspended elevator suddenly dropped again, a sense of weightlessness hitting them.

The girl who just left Ethan Blackwood’s arms, now bumped back into his embrace, trembling with fright.

In the dim light, Ethan Blackwood’s dark eyes gradually tinged with an emotion, and he said in a deep voice, "Be good, don’t rub..."