A Love Trap

Chapter 338 Never Mind About It

"Ellie, I'm so happy. You like me, too, don't you?" asked Francis.

Ellie nodded, looking at Francis' smiling face.

She didn't notice it, but her dress had slipped down her shoulder, revealing her beautiful glowing skin. Francis's eyes moved back and forth between her shoulder and her lips.

It took great effort for him to look away. With a husky voice, he said, "Ellie... Ellie..."

He leaned closer and hugged her, sweetly saying her name again and again, as if by doing so his desire would be lessened.

But the warmth coming from her body only made it more difficult. He moved back and stared at her red lips that he had once kissed.

And soon, without realizing who initiated what, they got intertwined in each other's bodies, like one organism in the darkness of the night.

The heat in the room had risen. Ellie's soft whimpers and the sound of her heavy breath filled the air.

The sounds tantalized and flushed Francis.

Outside the window, even the moon hid behind the clouds, as if it was too embarrassed to witness the scene.

Francis looked at Ellie with love. She was so lovely and adorable. The smile on his face never faded and the depth of her eyes was without end.

He'd never felt this comfortable and at peace before. Being with her made him immensely happy.

From time to time, he would look at her and start to giggle, like a teenage boy.

He couldn't believe it was really happening. He went ahead and pinched himself.

Ouch!

'It really hurts!

This isn't a dream!

Last night actually happened!

I'm really with Ellie!'

her sleeping face. She looked so beautiful

had slept with a man, so he didn't want to weird her out. But her touch was so warm and so sweet

stop, it

in the morning sunshine as she slept soundly, and planted a kiss on her forehead.

her with the quilt,

make some breakfast for her, thinking she'd be hungry

to learn cooking so he could cook

cook for a

was that he had no knowledge of

of making one omelet, he had almost blown up the kitchen.

bed, Ellie woke up. She watched him walking away, her

legs reminded her of what had happened the night

face turned

sex with

wondering how she had gotten back from

remembered was that she was really sad and

always said that drinking could make one forget their pains and sorrows.

a dozen bottles of wine, went back home, sat on

that she was

remembered someone coming in and kneeling down beside her, and saying something to comfort

want to

she

memory told her it was her who

to recall what exactly had happened when a loud crash drew her back to

thought Francis had disappeared when she saw him head out of the room. But it turned out he was still

she over-estimated her physical condition. When she put her feet onto the cold floor and tried to stand up, her legs couldn't support her. She buckled and almost fell down. The pain

of pain, then sat down on the edge

felt feeble, devoid of all

she sensed that her body was clean and fresh, then

at the broken dish on the floor.

difficult to tell what it was.

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