Falling into Her Trap: Don't Cross the Line, Mr. President-Chapter 50: He Won This Cat-and-Mouse Game

"I guessed right, you look beautiful in a cheongsam."

The man sincerely praised her, creating a subtle atmosphere of intimacy within the confined space.

Thinking about today’s events, Claire Shaw was genuinely thankful to him.

With the driver in the front, she blushed and whispered, "Thank you."

The man’s long fingers gently pinched the soft flesh at her waist, his hot breath flowing by her ear, "How would you like to thank me?"

Claire Shaw’s soft body nestled into his broad chest, she could even feel his strong and powerful heartbeat.

Compared to her chaotic heartbeat, the man’s heart was like the ocean, deep and steady, seemingly capable of holding all of her.

He had settled the child, performing a tremendous deed that also slightly changed Claire Shaw’s perception of capitalists.

Claire Shaw did not resist his embrace, blushing, she turned her body and kissed his cheek.

This time she sincerely wanted to get close to him; the answer to that question no longer needed to be voiced, she understood.

He and Owen Crawford were completely different.

Due to the presence of others, she did not say much more.

Ethan Blackwood chuckled softly, "Is that what you call gratitude? I’m afraid Granny Ward’s bindings would show more passion."

As his words fell, Claire Shaw hooked her arm around his neck and pressed her red lips to his.

Since that night at the high-rise hotel, the two had not engaged physically.

In their hearts, it was like unextinguished embers, only needing a light breeze to reignite.

And it would burn more fiercely than ever before.

Claire Shaw clearly felt her longing for this man.

Unrelated to love, just a physical instinctual need.

She missed the man.

Accurately speaking, she missed Ethan’s body.

This hawk-taming game, he had won.

Having tasted him, Claire Shaw now knew the craving.

Their lips and tongues intertwined, like a pair of entangled lovers, breeding madness and passion, making the shy Claire Shaw forget her surroundings.

Until the car suddenly braked, they abruptly separated, and Claire Shaw’s body lunged forward, but was quickly pulled back into the embrace.

The young driver was almost crying, his voice trembling, "Pres...President Blackwood, there’s an accident ahead."

Ethan thought he was no longer a novice, but Claire’s proactive kiss almost made him lose his composure.

"Hm." He responded lowly, his voice husky, "Take a detour."

Claire Shaw’s eyes glimmered, she wrote two words on his broad palm with her hand.

I want.

The direct and teasing words caused Ethan’s blood to surge, he struggled to control the heat within him, countering by gripping Claire’s small hand.

His palm was hot, sharply contrasting with Claire Shaw’s refreshingly cool hand.

By the time they arrived at Silvanest, the sun had already dipped below the horizon.

Claire Shaw pointed at the black canopy boat, "Can we go take a look over there?"

"Naturally."

His backyard held a large private lotus pond, and Claire Shaw could see from the bathroom window a delicately crafted boat docked there.

Upon reaching the water’s edge, Ethan deftly jumped aboard the boat, looking at her high heels, he reminded, "Take off the shoes, the boat sways a lot."

"Alright." Claire Shaw glanced around, "Isn’t there someone to paddle?"

Ethan’s gaze brimmed with interest, "You’re such a screamer, aren’t you afraid people will hear?"

The abandoned nursing home was in the suburbs, the more than an hour drive had already cooled the fire within Claire Shaw.

Her intent was to find a serene place to talk with Ethan.

Who would have guessed one of his sentences pulled her back into a heated situation.

Claire Shaw lifted her right foot to take off her shoe, the heels were high, and the buckle on the new shoes was too tight, her hands lacked leverage.

After three seconds without undoing the buckle, she lost balance and stumbled forward.

Ethan’s hand naturally looped around Claire Shaw’s waist, gently tugging her onto his shoulder.

This time, he left Claire some room, allowing her to prop her elbow on his shoulder, not as helpless as last time.

The stern of the boat weighed down, causing the entire vessel to sway on the water’s surface.

"Ah!"

The man hugged her with one arm, his other hand holding his jacket, the shoulder-carrying pose making him radiate testosterone.

Unlike Claire Shaw, he had good balance; he could carry someone aboard the boat steadily.

Claire Shaw inexplicably felt like she was being taken by a bandit, a strong and rough one carrying a delicate maiden, the night falling signaling a wedding night.

Thinking along these lines, Ethan bent his waist and lifted the curtain with his elbow and walked inside.

The small boat had curtains on both sides, and as dusk fell, the inside was dimly lit.

Claire Shaw saw the heat sweat on Ethan’s neck, intensifying the imagined atmosphere.

Thinking about what might happen soon made her mouth dry, even her bones seemed to turn soft.

Resolving the heavy stone pressing her heart, she was eager for what came next...