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

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 that he couldn't resist it.

it took him

the morning sunshine as she slept soundly, and

her with the quilt, and headed to the kitchen.

some breakfast for her, thinking she'd be hungry

cooking so he could cook for Ashley. He

cook for

forgotten in his pursuit was that he

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

woke up. She watched him walking

legs reminded her of what

face

had sex with him!

eyes again, wondering how she had gotten

she remembered was that she was really sad and had entered a wine store.

make one forget their

wine, went back home,

so drunk that she

vaguely remembered someone coming in and kneeling down beside

didn't want

had no idea how had she ended up

memory told her it was her who took

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

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

she put her feet onto the cold floor and tried

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

felt feeble, devoid of all

clean and fresh, then remembered Francis had helped her take a

at the broken dish on the floor.

something burned over the pieces. It was difficult to

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