Falling into Her Trap: Don't Cross the Line, Mr. President-Chapter 90: Fingers Intertwined

Ethan Blackwood was feeding too hastily, and Claire Shaw was quite repulsed by the taste of ginger juice.

Like a rebellious child, she not only refused to accept it but blocked with her tongue, with some of the juice escaping from the corners of her mouth before she could swallow.

The pale yellow ginger juice slowly slid from the corner of Claire Shaw’s mouth down her snow-white neck, creating a decadent yet enticing scene.

Claire Shaw opened her eyes with a frown, colliding with those deep, black pupils.

His eyes seemed to hold a bottomless ancient well, so deep, that a single glance could drown her.

A hoarse voice carried a faint threat: "Will you drink it yourself, or should I continue feeding you?"

Once his cold and stern face became serious, Claire Shaw was indeed afraid, and she trembled as she said, "I, I’ll do it myself."

"Good girl."

The man’s bland thin lips were still stained with ginger juice, his sharp gaze locked onto her face, as if any refusal would lead to harsher punishment.

Intimidated by his threatening look, Claire Shaw felt guilty and, without caring about the uncomfortable taste of the ginger juice, closed her eyes, and drained the large bowl.

Finally, she said with a bit of a puffed-up attitude, "Finished."

Like a child throwing a tantrum, which put Ethan Blackwood at ease.

He had been worried that this would trigger Claire Shaw’s old ailments, but seeing her condition was still fine, he could finally breathe a sigh of relief. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

"Open your mouth."

Claire Shaw didn’t know why, but perhaps she was scared by his cold demeanor, like a tamed puppy.

After he issued the command, she obediently opened her mouth, "Ah."

Ethan Blackwood placed a piece of candy in her mouth, and the foreign object instinctively made Claire Shaw close her lips.

Before the man’s finger could fully withdraw, he felt her moist tongue brush against his rough fingertip, causing both of them to tremble.

Sparks of ambiguity flew.

Claire Shaw quickly turned her head, the candy in her mouth slowly dissolving.

The thin strands of sweetness spread across her tongue, she swallowed, as if it had spread to her inner organs and throughout her body.

Ethan Blackwood looked at the faintly pink, pearl-like earlobe of the young girl, making him parched with thirst.

He really wanted to.

But today, Claire Shaw had just been through such a shock, he couldn’t allow himself to become a beast, choosing to act at this moment.

He shifted his gaze downward, focusing on the anklet on her ankle.

Thankfully, she hadn’t taken it off.

"Do you like this gift?"

Claire Shaw hesitated for a moment but spoke her true thoughts, "Yes, I like it, but it’s too precious..."

"Gifts are neither light nor heavy; their greatest value lies in gaining your approval."

Previously, Claire Shaw had noticed a small "SJ" on the inside of the lotus, her initials.

From the craftsmanship and design, and the way it fit her ankle perfectly, she knew it was a high-end custom piece.

An item of this quality couldn’t be made in just a day or two.

So, he had already placed the order long before he said he had a gift for her.

"How long did you prepare this?"

Claire Shaw’s fingers brushed over the lotus, its gentle touch quite soothing.

Ethan Blackwood didn’t hide it, "The third night after we finished."

That is to say, he had been planning this gift for three months.

Claire Shaw’s eyes widened. Up to this point today, if she still didn’t realize Ethan Blackwood felt differently towards her, she really would be a fool.

In the past, she thought his special treatment was only because he wanted to coax her into being a convenient stepmother for his child.

But now Claire Shaw had overturned that notion.

From the very beginning, as he guided her step by step, telling her he wanted an equal relationship, refusing the typical arrangements between lovers, he was laying the groundwork for today.

He didn’t not want; he wanted too much.

Afraid that Claire Shaw wouldn’t give it, he remained dormant, quietly waiting for the right moment.

Claire Shaw had sensed it before but had deliberately ignored it, too afraid to think about it too much.

Once the veil between them was lifted, there would be nothing left between them.

Ethan Blackwood understood what she was thinking, pulling her onto his lap, embracing her whole body from behind.

"Ms. Shaw, you don’t need to fear me or compromise your feelings. Telling you all this doesn’t mean I’m forcing you to make a choice. I respect your thoughts and decisions. If you feel comfortable with our current situation, then let’s keep it as it is, okay?"

His voice was low and gentle, especially the hoarse, seductive tone at the end, particularly enticing.

He had waited for so many years, previously not even daring to approach Claire Shaw, and now being able to hold her was enough to satisfy him.

Ethan Blackwood even feared his intense emotions might frighten Claire Shaw, so to avoid burdening her, he constantly suppressed his feelings.

He didn’t want to tell her that he liked her.

Using depth to conceal his intense affection.

He had to bury all his strong emotions deep in his heart, which was actually quite difficult and painful.

Claire Shaw turned her head, somewhat uncertain, and said, "But isn’t this unfair to you?"

She had said this before, and Ethan Blackwood replied that love is not a transaction; there is no fair or unfair, only willing or unwilling.

Ethan Blackwood leaned in, gently kissing her eyelid, "I am willing."

Feeling Claire Shaw’s eyelids tremble slightly beneath his thin lips, he moved with extreme tenderness.

He interlocked her fingers with his, gradually embedding his strong fingers into the gaps of hers.

Then the palms pressed together, his coarse hand feeling her delicate smoothness.

He tightened the grip between them.

The thin lips curved up, "I only ask that you don’t push me away, and that’s enough."

Claire Shaw had seen many men pursue her, trying desperately to earn her favor, or giving expensive gifts.

Even Owen Crawford had schemed to trap her, all in the guise of love, feeding their masculine pride.

But she had never encountered a man like Ethan Blackwood; he possessed a noble status, an exceptional appearance, stable emotions, and a strong physique.

One could say that there wasn’t a single flaw to be found in him.

Clearly, such a high and mighty person, yet he kept descending to the mortal world, kneeling humbly and tenderly before her.

Claire Shaw felt the scorching temperature in his palm, using her other hand to gently touch his tense cheek.

"I can’t respond to you for now, is it worth it?"

Ethan Blackwood moved closer, his cold breath spreading across her face, making her lashes tremble lightly.

"For you, it’s worth it."

His voice was so light, the warm breath brushing her sensitive earlobe, causing Claire Shaw’s body to tremble.

Even though he hadn’t done anything, her soft body leaned against his solid chest, and upon meeting his burning gaze, Claire Shaw’s heart fluttered.

Inside her, it was as if a little bug was nibbling at her, making her inexplicably anxious, and even her glance at the man was filled with tender emotions...