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!'

beautiful that he couldn't help leaning down to kiss

was the first time she had slept with a man, so he didn't want to weird her out.

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

of bed, tucked her with the

to make some breakfast for her, thinking she'd

was trying to learn cooking so he could cook for

to cook for a

in his pursuit was that he had no knowledge

one omelet, he had almost blown up the kitchen.

woke up. She watched him walking

reminded her of what had happened the night before.

her face

had sex with him!

closed her eyes again, wondering how she had gotten back from L City yesterday.

that she was really sad and had entered a wine

make

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

gotten so drunk that she was

kneeling down beside her, and saying

didn't want

had she

memory told her it was

lost in trying to recall what exactly had happened when a loud crash drew her back

head out of the room. But it turned out he was still here and was

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

then sat down on the edge of

feeble, devoid

fresh, then remembered Francis had

kitchen, Francis stared at the

was something burned over the pieces. It was difficult to

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