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

knew it was the first time she had slept with a man, so he didn't want to

him to stop, it took him

glowing in the morning sunshine as

tucked her with the quilt, and headed to the

her, thinking she'd

to learn cooking so he could cook for Ashley. He

to cook for a woman you loved.

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

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

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

her

face turned pale!

sex with him!

eyes again, wondering how she

she was really sad and had entered a wine

make one forget their

home,

that she was barely conscious!

someone coming in and kneeling down

want to talk

idea how had she ended up

of her memory told her it was

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

head out of the room. But it turned

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 down. The pain was

pain, then sat down on the edge of

feeble, devoid

body was clean and fresh, then remembered Francis

the broken dish on

difficult to tell what it was.

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