Seeing that the dicine wasn’t finished, he suppressed the sinister thoughts in his mind and let his gaze fall on the bruises on her knee.
The cold ointnt slowly lted with the warmth of his palm, his rough palm gently swirling and massaging her knee.
Gradually, the pain faded away, and the skin in contact with his beca increasingly hot.
Before the act of applying dicine could turn into sothing else, Claire Shaw coldly spoke: "I feel much better now, you can leave the dicine, I’ll rember to apply it."
She tried to pull her leg back, but her ankle was held in the iron grip of the man.
Ethan Blackwood glanced at the red wine on the coffee table, still unfinished, "Why are you drinking alone?"
"That’s my personal business and has nothing to do with Mr. Blackwood."
As their eyes t, the dark pupils of the man held a complexity and depth she couldn’t fathom.
He slowly stood, his body bowed like an elegant leopard pouncing towards her.
Instinctively, Claire Shaw wanted to run, but the large shadow cast by him trapped her in the corner of the sofa like a prison, one hand on the sofa armrest, the other gripping her wrist.
His inherent possessiveness wouldn’t allow her to move an inch.
His lowered eyes beca dangerously cold, "Is it because of Owen Crawford’s engagent that you’re unhappy?"
It seed the whole world thought she was desperately in love with Owen Crawford.
In reality, she wasn’t. She knew her mother’s nature: without a shield, she would likely be sent to a rich man’s bed before graduating.
Choosing Owen wasn’t just because he’d pursued her the longest, but also due to his family background.
Even though Claire Shaw hadn’t loved him these years, she’d considered the idea of marriage.
Just when her heart slightly relented, thinking she could spend a lifeti this way, sothing shattered that thought, and she later discovered his infidelity.
The trust built over six years, and her slight openness to the idea of marriage crumbled in an instant.
Claire Shaw beca more certain that soone like her didn’t deserve marriage in this life.
Of course, she didn’t need to explain these things to a bedfellow.
Claire Shaw didn’t deny it but rather admitted boldly: "Yes, I was with him for three years, I love...mm!"
The man sealed her lips with his own, dominantly and forcefully.
Claire Shaw was shocked; in the three months they’d been together, despite all the intimacy, he’d never touched her lips.
But now, that final untouched place was claid.
Having drunk wine, her lips and mouth carried a faint wine aroma, acting like a catalyst.
After a long ti, Ethan Blackwood moved away, gripping her waist, whispering ambiguously in her ear: "Ms. Shaw, who will satisfy you if not ?"
Claire Shaw’s blushing face showed a trace of humiliation, "Ethan Blackwood, let go."
In their past encounters, Ethan Blackwood was considerate and gentlemanly; although his actions were wild and dominant, he respected her wishes.
Today, Ethan Blackwood didn’t stop; he lifted Claire Shaw’s chin with his fingers, his voice slightly cold: "Since we t at school, the thing you’ve said most to is to let go, but Claire..."
His voice was deep and serious, mixed with a hint of desire, causing Claire’s heart to inexplicably panic.
"I’m not so junk you can summon or discard at will."
"Mr. Blackwood, what exactly is your intention!"
"Keep things as they are. I won’t interfere with your life and work. Since you initiated it, I will decide when it ends."
Ethan Blackwood’s deep voice resonated in her ear: "Be good, I can satisfy all your needs, like this..."
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