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!'

so beautiful that he couldn't help leaning down to

had slept with a man, so he didn't want to weird her out.

hurting and asked him to stop, it took him a

at her face glowing in the morning sunshine as she

got out of bed, tucked her with the quilt, and

make some breakfast for her, thinking she'd

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

for a

forgotten in his pursuit was that he had no

the end of making one omelet, he had almost

bed, Ellie woke up. She watched him

between her legs reminded her of what

face turned pale!

had sex with him!

closed her eyes again, wondering how she

that she was really sad and had entered

always said that drinking could make one forget their pains

home, sat on

that she was barely

and kneeling down beside her, and saying something

want to talk then.

she ended up

blurry part of her memory told

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

saw him head out of the room. But it turned

bed but she over-estimated her physical condition. When she put her feet onto the cold floor and

then sat down on

felt feeble, devoid of all

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

Francis stared at the broken dish on the floor.

the pieces. It was difficult to tell what

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