Falling into Her Trap: Don't Cross the Line, Mr. President-Chapter 10: A Stark Contrast

The man wearing a baseball cap stood at the boundary of light and darkness, lowering the brim.

His bowed head cast a shadow by the brim which concealed his appearance, revealing only a sharp, defined chin.

He was bare-chested, his muscular contours extending down to his black casual pants.

Even without seeing the man’s front, one could feel his imposing aura, especially with the scar on his chest adding a touch of wildness, reminding Claire Shaw of a new term she recently learned—an atmospheric male lead.

Owen Crawford took a long time before he found his voice, "Who, who is he?"

Claire Shaw internally cursed the peacock displaying its feathers everywhere, keeping her face emotionless as she walked slowly towards Ethan Blackwood, afraid Owen might see his face.

She stood in front of Ethan Blackwood.

Since the man was very tall and she was barefoot, she had to stand on tiptoes and stretch out her arms to hook around his neck.

In front of Owen, she pulled down the man’s head and kissed him proactively.

As she took that step, Ethan Blackwood bent down and embraced her waist smoothly.

He pulled the woman fiercely into his arms, strong and domineering.

Owen Crawford felt his brain freeze, staring blankly at this scene.

The woman who had never let him touch her now clung to the man’s neck like dodder.

The loosely draped robe revealed half her smooth shoulder, wet, slightly curly long hair hung damply at her waist.

Her slender, fair long legs gently rested against the man’s sweatpants.

The scene was tantalizing and ambiguous.

Claire Shaw initially intended just a brief touch, using Ethan Blackwood to make Owen Crawford give up.

Unexpectedly, this dog of a man took it seriously, the kiss lingering and passionate, as though dragging her into a deep abyss of desire.

The shame of being watched made her very uncomfortable.

Owen Crawford roared with reddened eyes, "Claire Shaw, who is this wild man?"

Claire Shaw pushed Ethan Blackwood away and turned around, Ethan Blackwood lowered his head, resting his chin on her shoulder, his thin lips gently bit her earlobe.

His iron arm remained around her waist, proclaiming dominance, a low voice chuckling near her ear, "Baby, tell your ex-boyfriend who I am."

Their intimate stance made Owen Crawford’s heartache unbearable, stubbornly waiting for an explanation.

Claire Shaw smiled and said, "Isn’t the fact obvious? Are you sure, Mr. Crawford, you need me to say it?"

Owen Crawford gritted his teeth, "Say it!"

Claire Shaw shifted from her former indifference in front of him to a beauty like no other he’d seen.

Her lips, nourished by the man, glistened, and her soft, sultry voice sounded out, "Clearly, he is my man."

Owen Crawford’s eyes turned red, unable to believe the passionate woman before him was his cold ex-girlfriend of three years.

"Claire Shaw, you’re tricking me!"

Claire Shaw did not want to discuss the topic with him; she turned her body, burying her cheek in Ethan Blackwood’s chest.

Her fingers slowly and casually stroked the man’s throat, her eyes lazy as she said, "Mr. Crawford insists on staying to enjoy the live show? Sorry, I don’t have that kind of fetish."

This cold yet alluring Claire Shaw posed a deadly temptation to the man.

Owen Crawford observed the muscular arms lying on Claire Shaw’s robe, slightly squeezing to outline her slender waist.

The contrast between power and gentleness was vivid.

Clearly, it was a breathtaking view meant to belong to him, yet it blossomed in front of another man.

Owen Crawford, furious and drunk, was about to rush over to grab the hat from the man’s head to see clearly who it was.

Only to be pushed outside the door by the man who came forward.

At that moment, his fiancée suddenly called him, urging him to leave.

The two families had just signed a collaboration, and Owen Crawford had no choice but to go, leaving behind harsh words, "Claire Shaw, I won’t let you two off."

With a "bang", the door was slammed loudly.

Seeing him leave, Claire Shaw just let out a breath when an arm pulled her back, softening her body against him once more.

Ethan Blackwood lifted her chin, a dangerous glint flashing through his deep pupils, "Ms. Shaw, planning on discarding me after using?"

The hand he placed on her lower back felt like a gun’s muzzle, giving Claire Shaw a sense of crisis.

She looked directly at the man, "Thank you for tonight."

Ethan Blackwood raised his brow, quietly waiting for her next words.

Claire Shaw took a deep breath, her shiny lips uttering word by word, "I’ll spend a night with you; we’re even."

This was what Claire Shaw thought to be the way to sever ties without owing him.

Previously, she proposed separation too abruptly, giving him no buffer time, someone like him wouldn’t accept it easily.

So Claire Shaw offered a way out.

She tiptoed, whispering in the man’s ear in a seductive tone, "Next time, however you want to play, I’ll accompany you. I’ll be sure Mr. Blackwood leaves satisfied."