Falling into Her Trap: Don't Cross the Line, Mr. President-Chapter 96: Just Like a Little Kitten

In the car, Claire Shaw clumsily tore open his shirt and buried her head at his waist and abdomen. The moment her hot little face pressed against his abs, she finally relaxed and breathed a sigh of relief.

Thinking this in his heart, on the surface he remained calm, "Be good, we’ll be home soon."

Claire Shaw closed her eyes, not knowing if she heard him, she let out a soft "mm" from her throat.

So tender, like a little kitten.

Moe was already doing his best to drive seriously, and hearing Ethan Blackwood’s deep yet indulgent voice, he almost hit the brakes hard.

Is this really President Blackwood?

Has he been possessed or something?

He instinctively glanced at the rearview mirror, only seeing Ethan Blackwood bending down with his eyes lowered. Although he couldn’t clearly see the look in his eyes, the usually tense jawline had relaxed a lot, and even the corners of his mouth had curved up.

Oh my, President Blackwood’s smile is so gentle and doting.

Just like an old father outside the delivery room receiving his newborn daughter, full of affection.

Just as Moe thought this, the man suddenly looked up, his eyes meeting Moe’s in the mirror, scaring Moe to quickly avert his gaze.

Wow~

President Blackwood’s gaze is terrifying!

What happened to the affectionate old father?

That day, Claire Shaw lay in bed, breaking into one sweat after another.

Ethan Blackwood had stayed up all night last night; he gave Claire Shaw some medicine.

Claire Shaw’s sweat seeped out wave after wave, her body hanging off the edge of the bed, her feet swinging.

The anklet constantly jingled in the room.

Dingling... dingling...

In the bedroom, a crisp ringing sound intermittently echoed.

Like the forest after the rain, the mountain wind blowing past the chimes under the eaves of a wooden cabin, producing a pleasant and soothing sound.

The sound, though, fell into Ethan Blackwood’s ears like the sound a mermaid makes to lure passing travelers.

The sheets, untouched by body warmth, were cool and could greatly alleviate Claire Shaw’s high fever.

The fiery red on Claire Shaw’s little face instantly became much more comfortable.

Ethan Blackwood felt the room’s temperature rise with it, and he pushed open the window.

Fresh air rushed in, slowly calming his mind.

He looked at the little figure on the bed.

Claire Shaw’s long hair was wet with sweat, sticking damply to her cheeks and the back of her head.

Due to a stuffy nose, Claire Shaw instinctively opened her lips to breathe.

Her soft lips slightly parted, huffing and puffing, as alluring as a flower...