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!'

looked so beautiful that he couldn't help leaning down

so he didn't want to weird her out. But her touch was so warm and so sweet that he couldn't resist it.

it

sunshine as she slept soundly, and

tucked her with the quilt, and headed

breakfast for her, thinking she'd be hungry when

when he was trying to learn cooking so he could cook

for a

pursuit was

end of making one omelet, he had

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

her

her face turned pale!

sex with

again, wondering how she had gotten

that she was really

that drinking could make one forget their pains

dozen bottles of wine, went back home, sat

so drunk that

in and kneeling down beside her,

want to talk then.

she ended up in

told her it was her

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

she saw him head out of the room. But it turned out he was still here and was doing something weird in

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

then sat down on the edge of the

felt feeble, devoid of

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

kitchen, Francis stared at the

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

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