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!'

at her sleeping face. She looked so beautiful

she had slept with a man, so he didn't want to weird her out. But

hurting and asked him to stop, it took

gazed at her face glowing in the morning sunshine as she slept soundly, and planted a kiss on her

out of bed, tucked her with the quilt, and headed to the kitchen.

breakfast for her, thinking she'd be hungry when

cooking so he could

to cook for a woman you

forgotten in his pursuit was that he had no

one omelet, he had almost blown up the

Francis got out of bed, Ellie woke up. She watched him walking away, her

reminded her of what

face

had sex with

her eyes again, wondering how she

she was really

could make one forget their pains and sorrows.

bought a dozen bottles of wine, went back home, sat on the floor and started to

so drunk that she was

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

want to talk then.

idea how had she ended up

blurry part of her memory told her it was her who took

was lost in trying to recall what exactly had happened when a

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

onto the cold floor

out a cry of pain, then sat down on the edge of

feeble, devoid of

and fresh, then remembered Francis

the kitchen, Francis stared at the broken

over the pieces. It was difficult to tell what

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