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!'

looked so beautiful that he

want to weird her out. But her touch was so warm and so sweet that he couldn't resist

was hurting and asked him to stop, it took him a

sunshine as she slept soundly, and planted

got out of bed, tucked her with the quilt, and headed

thinking she'd be hungry when she woke up.

so he could cook for Ashley. He now understood why

to cook for a

forgotten in his pursuit was that

of making one omelet, he had almost blown up

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

pain she felt between her legs reminded her of what had

her face

had sex with him!

again, wondering how she had gotten back from L City

really sad and had entered a wine

drinking could make one forget their

dozen bottles of wine, went back home, sat on the floor and started to drink.

drunk that she

and kneeling down beside

didn't want to talk then.

had she ended up

told

happened

But it turned out he was still here and was doing something

wanted to get out of bed but 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

cry of pain, then sat down

feeble, devoid of

and fresh,

the kitchen, Francis stared at the

over the pieces. It was difficult to tell what it was. Perhaps,

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