Falling into Her Trap: Don't Cross the Line, Mr. President-Chapter 112: The Fox Spirit Man

"If we’re cohabitating, do I get a kiss?" Claire Shaw asked softly.

"Yes, a kiss."

"Do I get a hug?"

"Yes, a hug."

"Will you warm the bed for me?"

"Yes, I’ll warm the bed."

"Then it’s settled, you can’t go back on your word."

As Claire Shaw finished speaking, she leaned in and kissed him on the lips.

Ethan Blackwood’s lips were like delicious candy, fatally attractive to a child.

His entire body was hard, except for this one spot, which was soft and warm.

She couldn’t help but want to explore further, gently rubbing and twisting his lips, as if a beast named desire inside her was constantly pulling at the chains of its cage, trying to break free.

Beep beep——

The car behind them honked mercilessly, pushing the nascent beast inside Claire Shaw back into its cage!

Claire Shaw abruptly pushed him away, blushing, "Go, go!"

The red light had long since changed, no wonder others were urging them on.

Ethan Blackwood chuckled at her flustered appearance, clearly she was just about to devour him, and now she was curled up in the passenger seat like a little quail.

He knew that once Claire Shaw’s emotions rose, she found it hard to control herself.

Luckily, her emotional surge was because of him.

"Where do you want to live? My place, Silvanest, or your place, it’s up to you."

"I..."

"No rush, we have a few hours’ drive back, you can take your time thinking."

This man was always so considerate and composed, and though he sometimes played a few tricks, he never forced her to make any decision.

"Can we go to my place?"

"Of course, it’s my honor. I’ll have Finn bring over some clothes later."

Claire Shaw bit her lip and explained, "Sorry, although I really like Mason, I’m not ready to be a stepmom yet."

She’s still a kid at heart, living with two kids would be a leap in identity. Claire Shaw still had some questions about the children’s matters.

The environment at Silvanest was great; Claire Shaw didn’t want to move into the guy’s place so soon.

She had her own plans.

Claire Shaw was well aware of the gap between her and Ethan Blackwood, even if she wasn’t planning on talking marriage with him just yet.

Since they’re genuinely together, they should naturally move toward a positive direction.

Claire Shaw planned to quit her job at the kindergarten and fully immerse herself in design, a field where she could excel to the fullest.

Ethan Blackwood was the first man she wanted to get close to and had a good feeling about.

Before, she had ignored Owen’s many suggestions to quit her job; choosing Ethan Blackwood marked the end of her ordinary life.

If so, she needed to climb higher, to be closer to Ethan Blackwood.

She never changed her original intention, she would shine brightly on her own without relying on a man!

Claire Shaw drifted into a hazy sleep and woke to the sound of Ethan answering the phone.

Even though he spoke quietly, his pleasant, magnetic voice jolted her awake.

She opened her eyes and saw that they were already in the city.

Ethan Blackwood ended the call, looking slightly serious.

"Sorry, I need to go to the hospital for a bit."

"Did something happen to Chloe again?"

"Yes, I’ll drop you home first."

Claire Shaw refused straight away, "I’ll come with you, I want to meet the child."

Ethan Blackwood was a bit surprised, he thought Claire Shaw wouldn’t care about the child just yet, but she brought it up herself, which meant she was ready to accept it all.

She wasn’t just acting impulsively, nor was it just for the sake of passion.

She genuinely wanted to be part of his life.

He waited for her to ask about the child’s mother, because if she started caring about his past or became anxious about other women around him, it would mean that her heart was already completely his.

On the way to the hospital, Claire Shaw didn’t mention any of this, instead she learned about Chloe Blackwood’s health.

Chloe Blackwood had congenital heart disease, and being homebound had made her introverted.

Last time, she was hospitalized due to her heart issues and still hadn’t been discharged.

Though it was an old problem, such a potentially life-threatening condition could never be underestimated, even Mason was staying by her side these past days to look after her.

Claire Shaw bought some fruit and toys on the way; Ethan Blackwood couldn’t help but smile as he watched her bring bag after bag into the car.

"So considerate, yet you said you’re not ready? I think we’re ready to get a license tomorrow."

"Dating is one thing, marriage is another. You’re a great boyfriend, but I never said you’re husband material..."

She hadn’t even finished when Ethan Blackwood interrupted, "Say it again, I like hearing it."

Claire Shaw blushed, "Who said that to you? You’re overstepping!"

Ethan Blackwood’s calm heart couldn’t suppress a flood of emotions upon hearing those two words.

In the past, when he heard wealthy wives’ terms for their husbands, it was just a simple title for him.

When those two words came from Claire Shaw, they were a unique title bestowed upon him.

Ethan Blackwood pulled her over from the passenger seat to straddle him.

Claire Shaw’s back pressed against the steering wheel, her hands resting on his firm chest, the ring on her finger gleaming brightly.

"Wh-what are you doing?" Claire Shaw glanced at him warily.

The heartbeat beneath her palm was faster than usual; it pulsed the tendons in her hand into a rhythm.

Ethan Blackwood’s gaze at her was a blend of mixed emotions, his voice slightly hoarse: "Sweetheart, say it for me..."

Oh, dear!

The male vixen had used his charm on her, mesmerizing her for five seconds.

He had a strong, handsome face, nothing delicate or androgynous about him, and his voice was rich, deep, and magnetic.

Yet, compared to a sweet, coquettish girl, he was even more irresistible.

Claire Shaw didn’t call him that; it was just a phrase that included the word "husband," and he latched onto it.

She wasn’t prepared at all.

After all, the most intimate term she’d used for him until now had been "brother," which stemmed from their playful banter.

Jumping straight to "husband" skipping all the intimate steps, how could she possibly say it?

"Uh... I... I really can’t say it."

"What about this way?" Ethan Blackwood wrapped his arm around her waist, and Claire Shaw shivered all over.

"Don’t, don’t do that."

They were still parked by the roadside!

And it was someone else’s car, who knew how good the privacy was?

In the neighboring lane, one car after another sped past, causing vibrations, and a child who had just started summer vacation was pestering their mom for ice cream by the roadside.

"Mom, can I have it..." The child’s crisp voice carried through their car window.

Ethan Blackwood leaned close to Claire Shaw’s ear, his voice husky and alluring: "Sweetheart, can I have it..."