Falling into Her Trap: Don't Cross the Line, Mr. President-Chapter 118: No Matter How Hard I Try, I Can’t Remember

Feeling the tenderness between their lips and teeth, like a quiet stream flowing through the mountain valley, the mountain breeze brushing over the new green buds.

Ethan Blackwood’s heart tingled with a sweet itch.

He bent down and carried Claire Shaw horizontally to the bed, kneeling on one knee by her feet, removing her shoes for her.

Claire Shaw cupped Ethan Blackwood’s face, never getting enough of looking at him, her moist fox-like eyes brimming with affection.

The white little dress on the red brocade made the girl’s skin appear as white as snow, and the natural blush on her cheeks was so captivating.

He gently and thoughtfully caressed her face, "Don’t rush, take your time."

Ethan Blackwood intertwined his fingers with hers, leaning down to whisper softly in her ear, "Luna, as long as you don’t let go of my hand, no one can separate us."

The celebratory red silk brocade crumpled into a ball at Claire Shaw’s fingertips...

This intense affair lasted for a long time, leaving Claire Shaw weakly leaning against the man’s chest.

Although they had done it before, never had it been like this; afterward, she felt almost as if she were dying.

And the man’s eyes clearly still carried a lingering impulse, he was like a lion not yet satisfied.

Receiving his overly aggressive gaze, Claire Shaw instinctively wanted to roll to one side.

The man caught her by the waist and rolled her back, her small hand softly pressed against his chest.

"Luna, have you rested enough?" Ethan Blackwood’s voice was deep and husky, tempting the heart.

Effortlessly stirring up the impulse deep within Claire Shaw.

"Tonight, the night is still long."

Claire Shaw’s gaze fell upon the pink scar at his waist; there were many such scars, big and small, on his body.

Especially the one on his chest, very noticeable.

For some reason, every time she saw this scar, she felt something special.

It was as if she had witnessed the origin of this scar, yet she couldn’t recall when she ever met Ethan Blackwood.

Her mind held clear memories of certain past events, especially being neglected by her parents as a child.

Later, she was forced to attend various training classes and undergo psychological treatment, her memories of this part were unclear. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Recalling it felt like a summary, specifics of what she did, or how the treatment went were mostly forgotten.

Previously, she felt it inappropriate to ask about his private affairs, this enigmatic man, but now she couldn’t help it.

Ethan Blackwood’s identity, and his mysterious ex-girlfriend, what’s the deal with the mother of the twins?

Claire Shaw gently traced the new scar with her fingertip, blinking carefully as she asked, "Um... I know asking this at a time like this might kill the mood, but I can’t help it."

Seeing her anxious expression, Ethan Blackwood reached out to stroke her face, "Ask away."

Claire Shaw hesitated for a long time, finally biting her lip to speak: "You and your ex-girlfriend..."