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 that he couldn't

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

it took him

in the morning sunshine as she slept soundly,

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

breakfast for her, thinking she'd be hungry when she

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

felt amazing to cook for a woman you

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

he had

of bed, Ellie woke up. She

legs reminded her of what had happened

face turned

had sex

she had gotten back from L City

really

drinking could make one forget their pains

of wine, went back home, sat on the floor and

so drunk that she was barely

kneeling down beside

want to talk

no idea how had she ended up in bed with

memory told

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

had disappeared when she saw him head out of the room. But it turned out he was still here

floor and tried to stand up, her legs couldn't support her. She buckled and

pain, then sat down

devoid of all strength.

was clean and fresh, then

at the broken dish

burned over the pieces. It was difficult

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