Falling into Her Trap: Don't Cross the Line, Mr. President

Chapter 65: Put Me Down

Claire Shaw had absolute faith in Ethan Blackwood’s abilities. When he said ’all night’, it was definitely not just ’till midnight’.

Seeing a couple approach from the side, Claire became anxious and hurriedly stuffed the things Ethan was holding into a small shopping cart, pushing his back and urging, "Hurry up, let’s go."

Seeing her guilty expression, even her ears turned crimson.

It made her seem extremely adorable, which made Ethan want to tease her even more.

Ethan Blackwood lifted his hand and wrapped it around Claire’s neck, reminiscent of the class bully falling for a girl in school, tucking the girl’s head with his elbow into his embrace, roguish yet domineering.

Claire’s face was already flushed. Being so intimate with him in front of so many people made her want to stomp her feet.

You could blame the man’s distinguished and mysterious identity; he never appeared in public, so few knew who he was.

As Claire let her imagination run wild, Ethan chimed in to fan the flames, "Shall we try once your period’s over?"

Claire gritted through clenched teeth, "Stop it, Mr. Blackwood."

The title made Ethan pause, then he laughed softly, finding Claire incredibly amusing.

She was right; when it came to the bedroom, every position was his invention.

But he preferred to be her teacher in matters of the heart.

He would make her peel open her closed heart step by step until she finally accepted him.

At the checkout, the cashier picked up those little boxes that Claire had grabbed casually, only now realizing she’d bought quite a few.

The cashier instinctively glanced at the man beside her, while Claire, resembling a school child, didn’t dare lift her head.

Afraid that one look would make her be called upon by the teacher to answer questions.

Ethan loved her shy quail-like demeanor and deliberately whispered in her ear, "Honey, is this enough?"

Enough?

Did he buy enough to host a balloon-blowing contest?

Claire’s mind was roaring; this man was doing it on purpose.

The cashier appreciated the sight of the handsome man and beautiful woman, their combination was delightful to the eyes, and their relationship appeared harmonious.

The woman seemed soft, tender, and shy—if she were a man, she wouldn’t be able to resist stealing a few kisses.

At the same time, she envied Claire a bit; the man’s build screamed ’fit underneath his clothes and muscular without,’ and being pinned beneath such a man—tsk, tsk—she’d smile even in her dreams.

"A total of seven hundred and sixty-eight, how would you like to pay?"

Claire pulled out her phone, ready to bring up the payment code, but Ethan had already settled the bill.

He casually picked up three large bags of groceries and didn’t forget to wrap an arm around Claire’s waist, appearing thoughtful and exceedingly boyfriend-like.

The sound of the cashier’s voice echoed from behind, "Such a good relationship... they’ll be going for three hundred rounds tonight, won’t they?"

Claire stumbled, but Ethan caught her steadily in his arms.

"Careful."

Just as they were about to exit the supermarket, Claire ran off quickly until she got outside and finally breathed fresh air, letting the heat on her face slowly dissipate.

After calming down, she saw a man under the street lamp carrying three hefty bags of groceries, ambling along leisurely.

A pair of deep black eyes remained tenderly fixed on her, moving along with her as she approached.

He didn’t say anything, just quietly watched her.

His eyes seemed to hide an ocean eager to drown her within.

Claire murmured, "Let me carry one of those, they’re too heavy."

The man moved his hand away, preventing her from reaching, his voice steady, "They’re not heavy. Even if there’s another you, it’ll be fine."

"Nonsense, usually one bag takes both of my hands, you..."

Before she could finish, Ethan transferred all the bags to one hand and pulled Claire’s waist into his hold.

Claire’s feet left the ground, he lifted her with one hand!!!

The difficulty level was akin to carrying a shoulder bag, scaring Claire almost into shrieking.

She smacked his shoulder, "Put me down, you bandit! Robber chief!"

What kind of gentleman is this? He’s more like a brute!

Whoever heard of a good man who spontaneously lifts people up?

Yet his entire frame was rigid everywhere; even when her punches stung, he didn’t let go.

Only at the elevator did he instruct her, "Press the elevator button."

Claire dumbly pressed the bottom floor.

"Ding—"

The doors opened to an empty space inside.

The conditions of her rented place were quite good, one staircase for two apartments, so encountering others was rare.

She pushed Ethan inside the elevator. As the doors closed, he set Claire down.

Before she could react, a shadow loomed.

A dark figure pressed down, engulfing her completely, a solid body leaned against Claire.

"Ethan Blackwood, stop, there’s surveillance in the elevator, we... mm..."

The other bent down and kissed her.