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!'

She looked so beautiful that

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

him to stop, it took him a while to let go of her.

face glowing in the morning sunshine as she slept soundly, and

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

thinking she'd be hungry

cooking so

amazing to cook for a woman you

in his pursuit was that he had no knowledge of cooking.

of making one omelet, he had almost

of bed, Ellie woke up. She watched him walking

between her legs reminded her of what had happened the

her face turned pale!

had sex

again, wondering how she had gotten back from L City yesterday.

she remembered was that she was really sad

drinking could make

a dozen bottles of wine, went back home, sat

gotten so drunk that she was

remembered someone coming in and kneeling down

she didn't want

had no idea how had she

blurry part of her memory told her it was

exactly had happened when a loud crash

she saw him head out of the room. But it turned out

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

cry of pain, then sat down on the edge

felt feeble, devoid of all

fresh, then remembered Francis had helped

at the broken dish on the floor.

over the pieces. It was difficult to tell what it was.

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