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!'

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

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

hurting and asked him to stop, it took him

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

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

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

to learn cooking so he could cook for Ashley. He now understood

to cook for

had forgotten in his pursuit was that

making one omelet, he had almost

bed, Ellie woke up. She watched him walking away, her expression unreadable.

between her legs reminded her of what had

face turned pale!

sex with him!

how she had gotten

was really sad

make one forget their pains and sorrows.

a dozen bottles of wine, went back home, sat on the

gotten so drunk that

remembered someone coming in and kneeling down beside

didn't want

how had she

told her it was

in trying to recall what exactly had happened

out of the room. But it turned out he was still here and was doing something

feet onto the cold floor and tried to stand up, her legs couldn't support her. She buckled and almost fell down. The

cry of pain, then sat down

devoid of all strength.

clean and fresh, then

kitchen, Francis stared at the broken

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

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