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!'

sleeping face. She looked so beautiful that he

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

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

the morning sunshine as

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

for her, thinking she'd be hungry when

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

amazing to cook for a woman

in his pursuit was that he had no knowledge

one omelet, he had almost blown

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

legs reminded her of what had happened the night

face turned

had sex with

eyes again, wondering how she had

she remembered was that she was really sad and had

could make one forget

a dozen bottles of wine, went back home, sat

that she was barely conscious!

and kneeling down beside her, and saying something to

want

idea how had she ended up in

memory told her

recall what exactly had happened when

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

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

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

felt feeble, devoid of all

sensed that her body was clean and fresh, then

the broken dish

was something burned over the pieces. It was difficult to

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