Falling into Her Trap: Don't Cross the Line, Mr. President-Chapter 128: Give Me a Bunch of Chubby Babies

Chapter 128: Chapter 128: Give Me a Bunch of Chubby Babies

The heavy rain poured down even harder, hitting the windshield with a crackling sound.

The black privacy glass blocked everyone’s view, and the tall and sturdy car body was like a black panther waiting in the rain, making people afraid to approach easily.

Occasionally, the car’s body would tremble slightly, sparking endless imagination.

The woman’s slender hand supported the glass, her breath forming a light mist on the window.

It felt like a century had passed before this entangled affair ended.

Claire Shaw leaned against the disheveled man, her hands wrapped around his neck, resting her small face against his neck, breathing lightly.

"Ethan, it’s so good that you’re okay."

She didn’t tell him how frightened she was after the video cut off that night, but how could Ethan Blackwood not understand?

He gently patted her back, his voice still deep and hoarse with lingering desire: "I made you worry. Give me a little more time. I will end all of this before taking over the Blackwood Family, and you won’t have to be afraid anymore."

Claire’s eyes lit up, "Really?"

He reached out to tap the girl’s perky nose, "When have I ever lied to you?"

Claire’s face was full of smiles, "But I just offended your grandpa. I’m afraid there’s no hope for your position as heir. Are you really willing to anger your grandpa for me?"

When it comes to matters of principle, Ethan Blackwood has always been clear in his stance, whether it’s towards the old man or Chloe Blackwood.

When it involves matters concerning Claire Shaw, his primary concern is her interests. He won’t be ambiguous or try to please both sides.

He has used his sincere heart to demonstrate how much he loves her. For her, he would not hesitate to stand against the entire world!

"You’ve seen this, Luna. What if I go bankrupt in the future?"

"Then I’ll pick up trash to support you!" Claire smiled sweetly, her eyes and brows full of laughter.

Such a pure smile was especially precious to Ethan Blackwood, who knew Claire Shaw’s past.

Claire had completely opened her heart to him, and his efforts had finally paid off.

Ethan Blackwood chuckled lowly, nuzzling her neck, "Darling, have you really considered not marrying me?"

Even though it was his game of chess with the old man just now, Claire stated her reasons clearly, not like she made them up on the spot.

She really didn’t want to marry him.

Seeing him use his charm on her again, he knew this worked on Claire Shaw. At critical moments, he always used this tactic to entice her.

"Ethan, we’ve just started dating. Don’t you think things are moving too fast?"

It’s not that it’s too fast; she just doesn’t want to.

Her making the first move to date him was already a perfect score for her.

As for marriage, she had never considered it!

Ethan Blackwood’s pupils flashed a hint of depth. His palm rested on Claire’s abdomen, and in a joking tone, he said, "If you don’t want to marry me, then what about having a child? Don’t you want that either?"

Even in such a perfect atmosphere just now, Claire suddenly pulled a small umbrella from her handbag like magic.

Instantly, Ethan’s mood fell halfway.

This girl was prepared for intimacy at any time and was also ready with precautions.

Should he praise her for her attention to detail or her thoughtfulness?

Getting her to agree to marriage might be harder than getting her to date him!

How could Claire not guess Ethan Blackwood’s thoughts? He was showing off, so she played along jokingly.

Counting with her pristine fingers, she said, "Dear Ethan, I’m only turning twenty-three in a while. Whether it’s marriage or having kids, it’s too early. Besides, isn’t our current relationship good? You love me, I love you; we mutually give and respect, it’s the perfect state."

She felt she was still trapped in her tragic childhood and hadn’t moved past it. In some ways, she was still a child.

Claire had never imagined herself becoming a mother one day. A person like her would surely not be a good mom.

Ethan Blackwood’s fingers hovered around her waist, speaking slowly, "Then when does Luna think is suitable?"

"No rush, maybe in seven or eight years."

"But Luna, in seven or eight years, I’ll be almost forty. If you delay having children, do you want our child to call me grandpa?"

The imagery was quite vivid. Claire chuckled lightly, covering her mouth, "Then how about two or three years?"

"Darling, don’t rush to reject or deny, just like our relationship, you don’t need to do anything. Just give yourself to me, whether it’s a thousand steps or ten thousand steps ahead, I will take them."

"Even if there are mountains of knives or seas of fire, or thorns everywhere, I will carry you through it all."

He seriously uttered the most passionate words, yet Claire didn’t find them corny; it seemed like fireworks were blossoming in her chest.

Ethan Blackwood’s dark eyes were as deep as the ocean, as if they could drown Claire Shaw in them. Claire, almost unwittingly, nodded, "Okay."

The man smiled with satisfaction, "Good girl, my Luna. One day, you’ll accept me wholeheartedly, marry me, and give me lots of chubby kids..."

Claire’s breathing intensified, her hands caressing Ethan Blackwood’s extremely handsome face.

She truly couldn’t resist his tenderness.

She opened her rosy lips, gently biting his chin, her soft lips brushing over his rough stubble again and again.

Her body restlessly squirmed in Ethan’s embrace...