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

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

and asked him to stop, it took him a while to let go of

at her face glowing in the morning sunshine as she slept soundly, and planted a kiss

her with the quilt, and headed to the

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

learn cooking so he could cook for Ashley. He now

felt amazing to cook for a

in his pursuit was that he had

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

up. She watched him walking away, her expression unreadable.

reminded her of

her face turned pale!

sex with

eyes again, wondering how she had gotten back from L City

was that she was really sad

drinking could make one forget their pains and sorrows.

of wine, went back home, sat on the floor and started to

drunk that she was barely conscious!

vaguely remembered someone coming in and kneeling down beside her, and saying something to comfort

want

had she ended up

her memory told her it was her who took the

happened when a loud crash

saw him head out of the room. But it turned out he

out of bed but she over-estimated her physical condition. When she put her feet onto the cold floor and tried to stand up, her legs couldn't support her. She buckled

a cry of pain, then sat down on the edge

felt feeble, devoid of all strength.

sensed that her body was clean and fresh, then remembered Francis had

at the broken dish

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

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