Falling into Her Trap: Don't Cross the Line, Mr. President-Chapter 77: Confession

Claire Shaw’s impression of Wyatt Lawrence was still stuck on that brief encounter in the elevator. Back then, all her thoughts were focused on Ethan Blackwood, so she barely noticed this big guy was her junior.

If she’d known this camping trip would involve such troublesome events, Claire would have never come.

She really missed the couch in her apartment. Normally, she would either curl up on the sofa looking at picture books or sit cross-legged on the carpet, leaning against the sofa to draw sketches.

How would she get mixed up into this muddy mess?

Although Claire Shaw and Ethan Blackwood weren’t officially a couple yet, he didn’t have the right to interfere with her social life.

Thinking of the day he humbly begged her to give him a chance, Claire had just agreed.

If she directly told Wyatt Lawrence she didn’t have a boyfriend, it would imply that other guys could pursue her.

Claire Shaw drank the warm water Ethan handed her and calmly replied, "No."

Before Wyatt Lawrence had a chance to rejoice, Ethan Blackwood’s dark eyes seemed to be frozen.

Claire’s lips curled into a smile, "But I do have someone I fancy."

As soon as she said that, the hand wrapped around her waist loosened.

Claire also let out a quiet breath of relief.

Mia Hughes leaned in, her eyes sparkling with curiosity, "Who is it? How come I don’t know?"

Claire boldly replied, "I haven’t agreed to him yet; it’s like a trial period."

"You’re done, buddy, you didn’t stand a chance," Roy Bell shook his head, looking regretfully at Wyatt Lawrence.

Unexpectedly, Wyatt Lawrence slapped the table and stood up, "Since it’s just a trial, then you’re not even a couple yet, so I do have a chance, right?"

Seems like this kid found a loophole.

Claire had an expression of helplessness.

Wyatt Lawrence was full of confidence, "Senior, back when you were with Owen Crawford, I couldn’t do anything, but now that you’re single, I definitely won’t give up."

Claire looked up at the sky; sometimes being too naive and passionate isn’t necessarily a bad thing.

The evening was drawing in, and Mia Hughes turned on the ambient lights strung around the canopy; the camping site lit up beautifully.

After finishing the barbecue, Ethan Blackwood was nowhere to be seen. Claire stood at a high point and spotted him.

He was holding some powder to repel snakes, insects, and ants, sprinkling it around, strengthening others’ tents, and inspecting other potential dangers.

Clearly, he was the most esteemed person here, but he showed no airs while doing this work.

As if aware of Claire’s gaze, the man turned to look at her.

He stood in the shadows, his facial expression barely visible, but Claire felt his gaze would be particularly intense.

The night had fallen, and others were still enjoying themselves by the campfire.

Claire drank a little, not much, just slightly tipsy, just right.

Thinking of her previous commitment to him, he stood motionless from a distance, Claire slowly walked towards Ethan Blackwood.

Her heart was excited; it had been so long since she touched him.

Claire missed the days when he did whatever he wanted with her.

Once she had some free time, she realized she missed him.

Missed his deep sexy voice, missed his strong and muscular body, missed his strong, passionate embrace.

The moment hadn’t started, but she already felt like she wanted to fly into Ethan Blackwood’s arms, hook around his neck, and kiss him hard.

"Senior."

The voice of Wyatt Lawrence came from behind, like a bucket of cold water, instantly dispelling Claire’s wicked thoughts.

Claire was somewhat annoyed.

Ethan Blackwood was right; what mattered more between men and women was the atmosphere, and just now her feeling was perfect, she was ready to get close to Ethan Blackwood.

Wyatt Lawrence’s appearance was like a hand pulling her out of the whirlpool of desire.

Claire turned around, her eyes coldly staring at him, "Wyatt Lawrence, I think I’ve made it very clear, I..."

"I know what kind of people Senior likes." Wyatt Lawrence inexplicably said something, leaving Claire puzzled.

"Hmm?"

Wyatt Lawrence walked towards her step by step; having drunk quite a bit tonight, he was even more bold and daring.

"I’ve heard from my sister-in-law, Senior likes strong men, right?"

While she was pondering, Wyatt Lawrence suddenly lifted the hem of his loose shirt, revealing his beautiful eight-pack abs.

"Senior, I’m very strong; do you want to touch them?"