Falling into Her Trap: Don't Cross the Line, Mr. President-Chapter 115: I’ve Wanted to Keep You All to Myself for a Long Time

Chapter 115: Chapter 115: I’ve Wanted to Keep You All to Myself for a Long Time

Claire Shaw had never been respected since she was young, not even by her own mother, who watched indifferently as she got hurt.

Because Claire Shaw had no experience of being protected, she could only awkwardly snuggle into a man’s arms.

Like a stray cat or dog nestling against the owner who finally took it in, she expressed her inner emotions in this way.

In Ethan Blackwood’s eyes, she was both adorable and heart-wrenching. Such a well-behaved little girl didn’t have a complete childhood, causing significant flaws in her personality.

He wanted to slowly heal her spiritual emptiness, teaching her to love herself.

"Was it Finn Pierce who called earlier?" Claire Shaw suddenly asked.

"Yes, the gas cylinder issue wasn’t an accident." 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

Ethan Blackwood’s gaze turned serious. "Someone disguised as a staff member tampered with the gas cylinder. It wasn’t just you; Mia Hughes and several others encountered it too. Because it was in an open coastal area, no surveillance footage captured the person’s face."

Claire Shaw’s expression immediately changed, "Is Mia okay? Who did you say died earlier?"

"Don’t worry. Sean Jacobs and his group of friends are all professional divers. Mia Hughes was only frightened. The deceased was the driver of the truck you encountered in the last car accident."

"How did he die?"

"He was an addict. The day of the accident, he overdosed on drugs, leading to the crash. After being detained, he died in custody. Finn Pierce investigated his background, finding he had been imprisoned for over ten years and had only been out for a month. He had no family left at home."

"Such a coincidence?" Claire Shaw frowned.

"The IP address that kept sending you harassment texts was traced overseas, from the home of an elderly woman who had recently died."

"What about the person sending flowers?"

Ethan Blackwood’s brow furrowed more deeply. "I once sent you a bouquet of yellow roses, and Wyatt Lawrence did too. The rest were ordered online by someone who couldn’t be traced, just like before."

This was the most terrifying part. The person was hiding well, like a pair of eyes lurking in the dark, watching Claire Shaw from a shadowy sewer.

Claire Shaw grasped his clothes, "Could it be Owen Crawford?"

"Neither motives nor current findings suggest it’s him. He might want you, but he wouldn’t want to kill you."

Ethan Blackwood’s fingers brushed Claire Shaw’s face, "This person must know you well, which means your current apartment is no longer safe. Claire, you either come with me to Silvanest or return to my home for now. Even if we live together, I can’t be with you 24/7, and your apartment’s safety cannot be guaranteed."

His expression and tone were much more serious than before, as the matter concerned Claire Shaw’s life safety, leaving him no room to give her a choice.

"Then let’s go to Silvanest. You can take me home to grab some things."

"Okay."

Ethan Blackwood saw her dazed expression and gently held her, "Don’t be afraid. I’m here."

The warmth from his body dispelled the coldness in Claire Shaw’s heart. She didn’t know who she had offended to make them want to be so cruel as to wish her dead!

Luckily, she had met Ethan Blackwood.

Claire Shaw’s red lips brushed against the back of his ear, "I’m not afraid. I’ll resign on Monday and take a few days off at home."

Ethan Blackwood knew how much this job meant to Claire Shaw, and he didn’t approve.

"Ms. Shaw, if it’s because of me, it’s unnecessary. I don’t want you to make a compromising decision for my sake."

"Ethan, remember when I said the joy of being with you wasn’t enough for me to give up this job? As long as I don’t resign, I’m Mason’s teacher. This won’t change. Once people latch onto this point, who would care if we met because of Mason?"

Claire Shaw’s black eyes were incredibly clear, "Not only would I be criticized, but also The Blackwood Group, the company you’re soon to take over. I don’t want to become your stumbling block."

With that, Claire Shaw smiled at Ethan Blackwood, "I want to hold hands with you openly. If I carry the teacher’s title, there’ll be a thorn in my heart. Resigning is beneficial for both of us."

"You..." Ethan Blackwood sighed softly.

No matter the past or present, she was always a kind little girl.

"If you really feel guilty about me, why don’t we take a drive to Silvanest tonight?" Claire Shaw teased.

The man’s gaze swept over her playfully, "How do you want to drive?"

Claire Shaw mischievously bit his ear, "I wish I could devour you here, you little seductress, stop teasing me."

Ethan Blackwood’s voice was hoarse, "Okay, I won’t tease anymore. Whatever Luna wants, I’ll give it all..."

Their eyes met, and both saw sparks of desire in each other’s gaze.

Claire Shaw had waited a long time, not just for a simple physical need, but her heart seemed like a large black hole, with winds howling into it. She wanted to fill it with desire.

The longer the time dragged on, the bigger the hole in her heart grew. By now, just by Ethan Blackwood looking at her, she would feel impulsive.

They hadn’t done it for a long time, so it was bound to be intense.

Before, it was always Ethan Blackwood taking the initiative, and Claire Shaw passively endured.

She wouldn’t bring any personal emotions, and in a sense, neither of them was completely satisfied.

Tonight, it was bound to be explosive.

She obediently climbed back into the passenger seat, suppressing her inner excitement.

Back at the apartment, Claire Shaw wanted to take some important documents and clothes.

Ethan Blackwood watched her obediently pack and leaned against the door, saying, "You don’t need to pack too many clothes; Silvanest has everything."

Thinking of the various cheongsams hanging in Silvanest’s wardrobe, Claire Shaw asked, "Ethan Blackwood, did you plan this all along?"

The man approached her step by step, his deep eyes like the vast sea, making it impossible for her to see through.

"Can you guess why it’s called Silvanest?"

Claire Shaw had thought it was a coincidence. After all, a building couldn’t be completed in three months; it had existed for many years.

She wasn’t that confident to think everything was about her.

"You..."

Ethan Blackwood stood in front of her, both hands braced on the wardrobe shelves, one leg forcefully inserting between Claire Shaw’s legs, an overwhelming presence closing in.

He leaned slightly, almost enveloping Claire Shaw entirely in his embrace.

Feeling his heated body approaching, Claire Shaw’s stimulated body trembled lightly.

Her hand pressed against the man’s well-built chest, both nervous and a bit expectant.

Ethan Blackwood tilted his head, his warm breath on Claire Shaw’s ear, his voice lazy and hoarse: "Because... I’ve long wanted to cage you like a prized gem."

Claire Shaw stared blankly at him, "We’ve met somewhere before, haven’t we?"