Falling into Her Trap: Don't Cross the Line, Mr. President-Chapter 46: Atmosphere

Claire Shaw’s ears flushed with a touch of crimson, as if only beside this man did she feel like an ordinary woman, filled with the complex emotions of joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness.

Ethan Blackwood carried her upstairs, with the rain-soaked Silvanest being very quiet, the only sound in the courtyard coming from raindrops hitting the vegetation.

It sounded very soothing.

Claire wrapped her arms around his neck, letting him place her into the bathtub.

She raised her eyes to look at the man; he had long since taken off his coat, the white shirt on his body clinging to his skin after being drenched in rain, revealing his muscular physique.

His back was turned to her as he let the water run, the well-defined and smooth muscle lines on his back faintly visible.

Claire finally understood the meaning of "revealing the lute but half-concealing".

Especially under the dim light, the skin color of his exposed arms was a shade deeper than usual, the protruding muscle lines only further accentuating his wild charisma.

He seemed like a beast chained by iron, the luxury watch on his wrist being the key to unleash his ferocity.

Just as Claire thought this, the man felt the watch cumbersome, took it off, and casually tore open his shirt, completely exposing his fine physique.

He undressed quickly, even using the discarded shirt to wipe the rain from his face, carefree and wild, transforming back into the form she first saw.

Rough and untamed.

You would think he’s rough, yet he knows to add rose essential oil while running water, and not directly pour it.

He first mixed it in milk before pouring it into the water.

Even so, feeling it wasn’t enough, he opened a new set of rose petals and scattered them in the water, instantly infusing the bathroom with the scent of roses.

The milky white water stretched over Claire’s instep as Ethan crouched at the bathtub’s edge, lifting her little Chanel jacket off her.

Underneath, Claire wore just a slip dress, the white silk fabric clung to her skin after getting wet.

Accentuating her full bosom, her flat stomach, and even the faint lines of her abdominal muscles.

Some petals stuck to Claire’s legs as white as coagulated fat, paired with her reddened eyes, like a freshly prepared delicacy, not only rich in color, fragrance, and taste but emitting an enticing aroma.

Ethan glanced over one more time, and his breath became somewhat heavy.

Such an ambiance stirred countless thoughts in Claire’s mind.

Previously, Miranda Shaw said that women without backgrounds could only live well by marrying, but Claire didn’t believe it.

In her bones flowed the same stubborn blood as Miranda Shaw’s; she tried hard to live her life well just to show Miranda Shaw that the path she chose was the right one.

But now, God seemed to confirm Miranda Shaw’s words.

This game, she lost.

A girl like her, without background, once she loses, there’s no chance to turn things around.

Even selling the house wouldn’t reach the eighteen million Owen Crawford mentioned.

If she couldn’t pay back the money, she’d solidify the title of ’gold digger’ that Owen had given her.

Her gaze fell on Ethan Blackwood, wondering if he would be like Owen.

First disguising himself with a mask, in truth preparing to ruin her with no escape?

After being schemed by Owen, Claire felt the world was a vast scam, fearing to trust another man easily. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

She even doubted Ethan Blackwood’s motives, thinking his acting was just better than Owen’s.

They spoke of interacting as equals, but those born as prodigies were raised being adored by everyone.

They were high above; with what could she interact equally with him?

Even now, as he lowered himself to clean her, it was only for his pleasure, wasn’t it?

Claire’s shoulders trembled slightly downward, feeling as if she had fallen into a web where no matter how hard she struggled, she couldn’t break free.

Was it her fate to be a man’s plaything?

If not Owen, there was still Ethan Blackwood.

Seemingly answering her question.

A warmth spread across her face as Ethan lifted the bathwater and gently wet her cheeks, with his rugged fingertip slowly wiping off the previously stained paint.

He had never so meticulously washed someone’s face, so his movements were rather clumsy.

After all, being a man, he could casually wipe a few times and be done, but Claire’s skin was white and tender, turning red with the slightest carelessness.

Looking into his eyes with that hint of cautious affection, Claire did nothing, warily staring at Ethan Blackwood.

Watching as he used a face towel to clean off the dye from her face, then his slender fingers deftly slipped off her strap...