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!'

sleeping face. She looked so beautiful that he couldn't help leaning down to

to weird her out. But her touch was so warm and

stop, it

as she slept soundly, and planted a kiss on her forehead.

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

her, thinking she'd be hungry when she woke up.

trying to learn cooking so

felt amazing to cook for a woman

had forgotten in his pursuit was that he had no knowledge

making one omelet, he had almost blown up

Francis got out of bed, Ellie woke up. She watched him walking

reminded her

face turned

had sex with him!

she had gotten back from

remembered was that she was really sad and had entered

said that drinking could make one forget their pains and sorrows.

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

drunk that she was barely

someone coming in and kneeling down beside her,

want to

had she ended

faint and blurry part of her memory told her it was her

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

him head out of the room. But it turned out he was still here and

she put her feet onto the cold floor and tried to stand up, her legs couldn't support her. She buckled and

sat down on the edge of

feeble, devoid

was clean and fresh, then remembered Francis had

stared at the broken dish on the floor.

difficult

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