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

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

to stop, it took

in the morning sunshine as she

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

breakfast for her, thinking

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

to cook for a woman

had forgotten in his pursuit was that he had no

of making one omelet, he had almost blown up the kitchen.

got out of bed, Ellie woke up.

legs reminded her of what had happened the

face

sex with

how she had

that she was really sad and had entered a wine

drinking could make one forget

dozen bottles of wine, went back home, sat

drunk that she

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

didn't want to talk

she ended up in bed with him!

told her

to recall what exactly had happened when

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

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 almost fell

let out a cry of pain, then sat down on the

devoid

was clean and fresh, then remembered

the kitchen, Francis stared at the

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

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