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!'

at her sleeping face. She looked so beautiful that

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

stop, it took

in the morning sunshine as

her with the quilt, and headed

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

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

felt amazing to cook for a

forgotten in his pursuit was that he had no knowledge

one omelet, he

up. She watched him walking

between her legs reminded her of what had happened the

her face

had sex with

wondering how she had gotten back from L City

she remembered was that she was really sad and had entered

said that drinking could make

wine, went back home, sat on

that she was barely conscious!

in and kneeling down beside her, and

she didn't want to talk then.

idea how had she ended up in bed

her memory told her

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

it turned out he was still here

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

let out a cry of pain, then sat down on the edge of

feeble, devoid of all

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

Francis stared at the broken dish on

It was difficult to tell

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