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 that he couldn't help leaning

man, so he didn't want to

to stop, it

sunshine as

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

some breakfast for her, thinking she'd

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

felt amazing to cook for a

his pursuit was that he

making one omelet, he had almost

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

she felt between her legs reminded her of what had happened

face turned

had sex with

again, wondering how she had gotten back from L

that she was really sad and had entered a

that drinking could make one forget their pains

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

drunk that she was

vaguely remembered someone coming in and kneeling down beside her, and saying

didn't want to talk then.

idea how had she ended up in bed

memory told her it

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

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

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

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

feeble, devoid of all strength.

and fresh, then remembered Francis

the kitchen, Francis stared at the broken

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

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