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!'

She looked so beautiful

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

stop, it took him a while to let go

the morning sunshine as she slept soundly, and planted a kiss

of bed, tucked her with the quilt, and headed to

for her, thinking she'd be hungry

so he could cook for Ashley. He now understood why he did that.

felt amazing to cook for a woman you loved.

in his pursuit was that he

end of making one omelet, he had almost blown up the

up. She watched

she felt between her legs reminded her of what had happened

her face

had sex

wondering how she had gotten back from

was really sad and had

could make one forget their

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

gotten so drunk that she was

vaguely remembered someone coming in and kneeling down

didn't want

she ended up in bed with him!

faint and blurry part of her memory told her it was her who took the

recall what exactly had happened

room. But it turned out he

feet onto the cold floor and tried

of pain, then sat down on the edge of

felt feeble, devoid of

and fresh, then remembered Francis had helped her take a bath.

kitchen, Francis stared at the broken dish

was something burned over the pieces. It was difficult to

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