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

time she had slept with a man, so he didn't want to weird her out. But her touch

to stop, it took him a while

as she

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

to make some breakfast for her, thinking she'd be hungry

remembered laughing at Andrew when he was trying to learn cooking so he could cook for

for a woman you loved.

in his pursuit was that he had no knowledge

end of making one omelet, he had almost blown up the kitchen.

up. She watched him

her legs reminded her of what had happened the

her face turned

had sex with

closed her eyes again, wondering how she had gotten back from

was that she was really sad and had entered a

that drinking could make one forget

bought a dozen bottles of wine, went back home, sat on the floor and started to

that she was barely

and kneeling down beside her, and saying something to comfort her.

want

how had she ended

and blurry part of her memory told her it was her who took the

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

room. But it turned out he was still here and was

cold floor and tried to stand up, her

then sat

feeble, devoid of all

fresh, then remembered Francis had helped her take a bath.

at the broken

pieces. It was difficult to tell what it was. Perhaps, a

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