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!'

face. She looked so beautiful

want to weird her out. But her touch

it took him a

gazed at her face glowing in the morning sunshine as she slept soundly,

her with the

to make some breakfast for her, thinking she'd be hungry when she woke

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

felt amazing to cook for a woman you

he had forgotten in his pursuit was that he had no knowledge of

end of making one omelet, he had almost

woke up. She watched him walking

legs reminded her of what had happened the night before.

face turned

sex with him!

she had gotten back

she remembered was that she was really sad and

said that drinking could make

went back home,

so drunk that she was barely conscious!

someone coming in and kneeling down beside her, and saying

didn't want

had no idea how had she ended

of her memory told her it was her who took the initiative.

to recall what exactly had happened when a loud

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

of bed but she over-estimated her physical condition. When she put her feet onto the cold floor and tried to stand up,

then sat down on

felt feeble, devoid of all

that her body was clean and fresh, then remembered Francis had helped her

Francis stared at the broken

It was difficult to tell what

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