Falling into Her Trap: Don't Cross the Line, Mr. President-Chapter 83: Ethan Blackwood Will Never Love You

Chapter 83: Chapter 83: Ethan Blackwood Will Never Love You

Claire Shaw tensed up at these words, her mind racing.

The other person obviously didn’t leave her any room to refuse, otherwise, they wouldn’t have deliberately stated the time so clearly.

Once she realized she was exposed, Claire calmed down instead. She did not deny it: "Yeah, slept with him, and it was a good sleep."

There were no outsiders here, and she was too lazy to hide anything anymore. This was the best way to reject Wyatt Lawrence.

After she said this, the other party didn’t show any emotional reaction, "No wonder Ethan, who never shows up at such occasions, would come. From the way he looks at you, I knew there was something between you two."

Wyatt continued: "But senior, I don’t mind, I can wait for you."

Claire’s pupils dilated, "You..."

"Because I know it’s impossible between you and Ethan. If you’re eyeing someone else in the Blackwood Family, maybe there’s a chance, but with Ethan, it’s likely impossible."

Although Claire never thought about marrying Ethan Blackwood, hearing Wyatt’s definite answer, she couldn’t help asking, "Why?"

"Because Ethan is the eldest son favored by the patriarch. Once he truly takes over the Blackwood Family, he must choose a marriage partner according to the patriarch’s wishes. If I am not mistaken, you and Owen Crawford broke up because of family background, right?"

Wyatt bluntly said: "Back when I was in school, I knew Owen Crawford loved you a lot, but in the end, he chose the Sutton Family that matched in status, while you are just an illegitimate daughter of the Sutton Family. You can’t even enter a gate like the Crawford Family, let alone the leading financial group, the Blackwood Family, which has a history of over a hundred years and is not only prominent in the business world but also has a political background, making their standards for choosing a spouse extremely high."

After hearing those words, Claire felt a chill on her back. She wasn’t concerned about the Blackwood Family but rather how well Wyatt seemed to know her!

Owen didn’t know about her status as an illegitimate daughter up until their breakup, but this Wyatt, whom she had never met, knew about it!

Seeing the fear on Claire’s face, Wyatt slightly tilted up the corners of his mouth, "Senior, don’t be afraid. I just like you too much, and I sincerely wished for your happiness in the past. Since you’ve broken up with Owen, I won’t suppress my feelings for you anymore."

His face bore a brilliant smile, "I’m different from the Crawford and Blackwood Families. I’m not the only son; I have two outstanding elder brothers, one of whom has already secured the lineage for the family. I don’t need to take over the family business or continue the bloodline. My family spoils me, and I can choose the girl I like as I please."

He moved a little closer, seeing Claire, who appeared even more beautiful, like a perfect piece of art.

Wyatt’s eyes were filled with intense affection, "I really, really like you, senior."

As he said this, he leaned back, fastened his seat belt with a smile on his lips: "Sit tight, senior, we’re heading off."

Claire originally thought that his extreme actions last night were due to being drunk. Now it seemed that Wyatt was inherently a possessive man.

Encounters with this kind of person left Claire deeply troubled.

Until he dropped her off at the apartment building, "Senior, we’ve arrived."

Claire came back to her senses, ready to open the door and get out, but suddenly remembered she had just moved into the apartment, and only a few people knew.

She hadn’t told him the specific location when she got into the car, but he had driven here without any error.

Holding the door handle, Claire wore a serious expression. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

The man had already gotten out to carry her belongings, smiling at her, "Senior, I’ll help you take it up."

Claire wore a grave expression. She strongly suspected Wyatt intended to use this chance to find out which floor she lived on.

Her vigilant gaze was fully noticed by Wyatt, who looked pained, "Senior, don’t look at me that way. I have no ill intentions towards you. I really just want to help. Besides, I’ve known you lived in 8-2 for a long time."

"What have you been doing?" Claire looked at him as if he were a pervert.

"Senior, I admit I investigated you, but I never intended to harm you."

Wyatt quickly stepped forward, under the sunlight, smiling brightly, but Claire felt like she was encased in ice, with cold seeping through every pore.

Faced with such a situation, she had to follow him into the elevator, trying to persuade earnestly, "Wyatt, you’re still young, I can understand your yearning for beautiful love, but someone like me doesn’t suit you at all. Now that you see it, there’s no need to hide it. I like mature and stable men like Ethan Blackwood. Last night, we had a wonderful time."

She brought up Ethan to pressure him, thinking this would make Wyatt retreat.

Unexpectedly, Wyatt suddenly leaned in, pressing closely, one hand supporting against the compartment beside Claire.

"Senior, what if I said Ethan doesn’t love you at all? We all know he has someone in his heart, someone who saved his life. He just desires you physically."

"But I’m different. From the first glance, I’ve been hopelessly in love with you. I didn’t dare confess at first for fear of being rejected, of being disliked by you. Learning you and Owen were together, I sincerely gave my blessings. But that bastard didn’t treasure you. Senior, I won’t let anyone hurt you again, not even Ethan."

Ding—

The elevator door opened, and Wyatt placed the items by the door, not leaving but waving at Claire with a big, innocent smile.

"Goodbye, senior."

Not until she returned home did Claire feel completely cold.

She rubbed her hands, which had goosebumps on them.

Wyatt was too dangerous; Claire immediately changed her front door password.

Then she dialed Ethan Blackwood’s number, anxiously seeking help.

But a notification came saying the phone was turned off.

Claire’s mind cleared up a bit; she realized how reliant she had become on that man.

Before, she never even thought about truly getting to know Ethan Blackwood, and thinking back, Ethan never voluntarily disclosed his whereabouts.

Even when she asked about his injuries yesterday, he didn’t tell her the truth.

Maybe Wyatt was right. To Ethan, she was just someone for casual pleasure.

Even though it was the type of relationship she wanted, being pointed out by an observer, an inexplicable sense of loss filled Claire’s heart.

She looked at that dining table; it was all because of Ethan Blackwood’s words that night, which cracked her once-frozen heart open.

She had taken the initiative to take that step.

But now...

Claire was only grateful she hadn’t truly fallen in love.

There was still time to turn back.

She smiled faintly, casting away the excess emotions in her heart, took a bath, and sat at the table to start working on her sketches.

To her, work always came first.

Her relationship with Ethan Blackwood was just fine like this.

No expectations, no harm done.

A text came through, from an unfamiliar number without a name.

It clearly read:

[Baby, I really want to tear off your dress and take you hard on the bed.]