Falling into Her Trap: Don't Cross the Line, Mr. President-Chapter 44: The Tearful Young Lady Whose Beauty Bewitches
The black umbrella tilted toward Claire Shaw amidst the raging storm.
The heavy rain rolled down the smooth satin surface, hitting the ground and splashing endlessly.
Claire’s beautiful fox-like eyes were filled with tears, gazing through the mist at the tall, impeccably dressed man in front of her.
It seemed she encountered him every time she lost control of her emotions.
If on the first day they met he was so impeccably dressed, knowing his identity Claire certainly wouldn’t have rashly made such a request.
Now, Ethan Blackwood was graced with a noble identity. Even standing there silently, he had a cinematic quality.
He stood high above, noble and elegant, like a star in the sky, an existence she could never aspire to reach.
Ethan looked at the helpless woman on the ground, her face smudged with a lot of makeup, as if wearing a special layer, glittering yet utterly disheveled.
A single tear had just rolled down from the corner of her eye.
Her brokenness held a breathtaking beauty.
Like a mermaid from the sea, her beauty made one’s heart intoxicated, making him want to harshly ravage until completely shattered.
Slowly, Ethan squatted down, not inquiring what had happened to her, his dark eyes steeped in depth.
In a very low voice, he said, "Isn’t it a pity to throw away such a beautiful painting? If Ms. Shaw doesn’t like it, perhaps give it to me."
Thinking back to her sufferings over the years, Claire coldly laughed, "Do you wealthy people all enjoy playing this game of false humility? Is it fun?"
Claire abruptly got up from the ground and flung his umbrella away, exposing both to the rain.
She had an urge, as if she was already a wicked spirit in the mire and wanted to pull him into the mud as well.
Her hands pressed on his shoulders, and the man just quietly watched her, afraid of startling this angry little rabbit.
"In the end, you go to such great lengths, don’t you just want to sleep with me openly without taking responsibility? Why beat around the bush, pretending to be deep in love? It’s disgusting!"
Ethan grabbed her wrists, his pitch-black eyes glinting with a cold light. Her hands were very cold, cold enough to alarm him.
"Ms. Shaw..."
"Ethan Blackwood, am I wrong?"
"I don’t know what other men think, but I won’t deny that I..."
Ethan gazed into her eyes, appearing exceptionally calm compared to Claire’s anger, his thin lips moving as he spoke each word deliberately, "I do want to sleep with you."
The next moment, Ethan clasped her chin and kissed her.
He tightly enveloped her slim body in his embrace, shielding her from the cold winds and pouring rain from all sides with his body.
Claire did not resist, instead, she took control. It was less like a kiss and more like a bite.
The rain poured down just as heavily as that day when she delivered the dumplings, slowly streaming down her cheeks.
Despite being a passionate kiss, Ethan tasted a salty bitterness.
It was more like an irate little beast unleashing its frustrations, biting his lips until they hurt.
She released him only when she was done biting, her eyes somewhat bewildered, muttering, "Why? Why can you?"
When Owen Crawford merely touched her hand, she felt overwhelmingly disgusted, yet she could touch Ethan?
Both of them were drenched by the rain, and his distinct features appeared as sharp as a blade in the night.
His eyes gazed at Claire with a mesmerizing depth, licking his lips, "I don’t know what happened to you, but if you need an outlet, I’m here for you."
Ethan brushed away the hair covering her eyes, "Ms. Shaw, answer me, do you want to continue?"
