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!'

her sleeping face. She looked so beautiful

man, so he didn't want to weird her out. But her touch was so warm

to stop, it took

sunshine as she slept soundly, and planted a kiss on her

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

thinking she'd be

when he was trying to learn cooking so he could cook for Ashley.

amazing to cook for a woman you loved.

in his pursuit was that he had no knowledge

of making one omelet, he

Ellie woke up. She watched him walking away, her

her of what had happened the

face turned

had sex with him!

eyes again, wondering how she had gotten back

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

that drinking could make one

dozen bottles of wine, went back home, sat on the floor

so drunk that

and kneeling down beside

didn't want to

had no idea how had she

told her it was her who took the initiative.

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

of the room. But it turned out he was still here and was doing something weird

wanted to get 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

then sat

devoid

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

kitchen, Francis stared at the broken dish

It was difficult to tell what it was. Perhaps,

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