Falling into Her Trap: Don't Cross the Line, Mr. President-Chapter 91: Only Him

Ethan Blackwood brought over the medical kit, forcibly interrupting the intimacy between the two.

Apart from the reason she was stimulated tonight, he thought the timing wasn’t right yet.

This fire needed to burn even hotter.

He wanted to wait for the perfect opportunity when Claire Shaw would no longer refuse him.

Seeing Claire gradually open her heart to him, he felt that day wasn’t too far off.

The premise was that he needed to be patient, not rush; rushing would scare the young woman.

Of course, the consequence was that both Claire and he suffered, him with cold showers at night.

He carefully applied ointment to Claire’s foot injury, "Luckily it’s just a small cut; tomorrow you won’t feel any pain."

Claire’s forehead was a bit swollen, indicating how strong the force was at the time.

Ethan was worried she might have a concussion, so he asked, "Are you dizzy? Any nausea or vomiting feeling?"

Claire stared at the bowl of ginger soup, "Yes, drinking that makes me want to throw up."

Ethan was amused, applying some ointment, causing Claire to grimace in pain.

"Get a good night’s sleep tonight; I’ll handle this matter."

After that, he took the soup bowl to the kitchen to wash it.

Claire didn’t go to the bedroom; suddenly thinking of something, she followed him and leaned against the door, asking, "You’re not going to say that classic line, are you?"

He turned to look at her, "What?"

Claire suddenly asked, "Got a cigarette?"

Ethan complied, "Yeah, in my pocket."

As soon as the words left his mouth, the small woman pressed her body against his from behind. He was left with only a thin shirt after removing his jacket.

Claire clearly did it on purpose; when her soft body pressed against his back, he could clearly feel it.

The small woman wrapped her arms around his waist from behind, her petite hand dug into his pocket, "Is it here?"

The mischievous little thing rummaged inside, easily touching his firm thigh through the thin fabric of the pocket.

"Doesn’t seem to be here."

Claire mumbled, intending to blow air behind Ethan’s ear, but he was too tall. Even when bending to wash the dishes, he was still taller than her!

So, height differences have their cute points but also their drawbacks.

Claire had to abandon this plan; she couldn’t believe she couldn’t sway him. Was the man’s self-control really that good?

Her little hands kept stirring in the man’s pocket; Ethan frowned, "That’s enough."

Before he could get angry, Claire chuckled lightly, finally pulling out the cigarette.

The man dried his hands and looked at her, "What do you need the cigarette for?"

Claire blinked at him, "For a performance, got a lighter?"

Ethan was wary of her, avoiding another scene like just now.

He quickly handed the lighter to Claire, "Perform what?"

Claire found that besides being emotionally stable, Ethan would never dampen anyone’s enthusiasm.

She asked, and he gave.

No nagging or lecturing.

It seemed like every decision she made, whether right or wrong, he would support.

Unlike the past when Owen would deliberately suppress her, making her dependent on him for a good life. No matter how outstanding Claire was, she wouldn’t receive Owen’s sincere praise. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

If she had a whim to do something, Owen’s first reaction was to assess whether the matter would harm his interests.

He appeared to comply with her wishes, but in reality, every action was carefully considered, ensuring Claire didn’t step outside the boundary he had set.

With Ethan, Claire was free.

Claire smiled mysteriously at Ethan and jumped onto the counter.

Usually, she seldom cooked at home, so the counter was not only clean but also quite empty.

Claire crossed her legs, revealing two long, fair legs under her bathrobe. One of her ankles had a chain, and her small foot painted with red nail polish was arched.

She took out a cigarette and bit it, mimicking the way Ethan used to light a fire, igniting the lighter while shielding the flame with one hand.

The flame danced on her clean and fair face, a patch of ointment covering the redness on her forehead.

A few strands of hair fell, lacking the cleanliness she had at school, adding a touch of allure to her sickly appearance.

As the cigarette ignited, Claire took a puff.

She placed her left hand under her right armpit and lifted her right hand, the cigarette flickering between her fingers.

Her expression was languid and detached, slowly exhaling a puff of smoke from her delicate lips, deliberately slowing down her speech, her voice low and husky, before delivering the classic line: "It’s getting cold; the Lewis Family should go bankrupt."

After finishing, she looked at Ethan, "How was it? Did I do well? That’s the standard line for a domineering CEO. You try it; make sure to say it like I just did."

Ethan indulged her antics, his eyes full of the captivating and alluring little woman.

He alone knew how charming and alluring Claire was.

His Adam’s apple moved slowly, as he leaned forward and grasped Claire’s chin, "Does it taste good?"

Claire hadn’t savored it at all, her focus was entirely on the performance.

"I didn’t really taste it, how about you..."

She was still immersed in the mood of getting Ethan to perform.

Speaking of bosses, Ethan was the boss among bosses, not just in background but also in his strong personal aura.

Saying this line suited him perfectly!

It wouldn’t be greasy at all! Definitely exciting, Claire became excited just thinking about it.

She was still indulging in her imagination when Ethan suddenly grabbed her slender wrist.

Claire saw him gradually bow his head, his thin lips taking hold of her lit cigarette, the flame flickering between her fingers.

The man held her chin and exhaled a cloud of smoke at her.

The white smoke gently hit her face, making Claire uncomfortable with the intense flavor that made her feel like coughing.

The next second, he stepped forward, embraced her slender waist, pulling her close, Claire’s legs hanging on either side of his.

His other hand held the back of her head, kissing her, strong and passionate.

The taste was something she had sampled before, but couldn’t compare to this intensity.

Ethan’s deep eyes gradually darkened, as if holding scorching flames.

Spicy, bitter, and the candy cheese he tasted earlier.

The sweet milky aroma mixed with complex flavors blossomed on her taste buds.

Claire’s hand supported the edge of the counter, she could clearly feel the cigarette burning quietly between her fingers.

As time ticked by, the tip accumulated a thick ash.

In the swirling white smoke, the ash couldn’t withstand the heat and quietly fell, landing by Ethan’s slippers.

A few indistinguishable specks stuck to his black trouser leg.

Claire was uncomfortable from the smoke, wanting to escape, but the man held her tightly, causing her eyes to mist.

More alarmingly, the flame was about to burn her fingers, she could feel the heat spreading towards her hand, ready to scorch her skin.

At the last moment, he finally released her.

The lit cigarette butt fell to the ground, and Claire could finally breathe deeply.

His deep eyes were filled with danger, his voice hoarse and softly panting, hot breaths brushed Claire’s ear: "Feel it now?"