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!'

face. She looked so beautiful that he couldn't

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

it took

sunshine as she slept soundly, and planted a kiss on her

that, he got out of bed, tucked her with the quilt, and

some breakfast for her, thinking

when he was trying to learn cooking so he could cook for Ashley. He now understood why he did that.

amazing to cook for a

in his pursuit was that he had no

making one omelet, he had almost blown up the

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

her legs reminded her of what

her face turned

sex

her eyes again, wondering how she had gotten back from

she remembered was that she was really sad and

that drinking could make one forget their pains and sorrows.

of wine, went back home,

that she was barely

in and kneeling down beside her, and saying something to

she didn't want to

idea how had she ended

faint and blurry part of her memory told her it was

recall what exactly had happened when

him head out of the room. But it turned

cold floor and tried to stand up, her legs couldn't support her. She buckled and almost fell down. The pain was unbearable.

then sat down

devoid

and fresh, then remembered Francis had helped her take

the kitchen, Francis stared at the broken dish on the

burned over the pieces. It was difficult to tell

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