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!'

so beautiful that he couldn't help

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

and asked him to stop, it took

morning sunshine as she slept

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

breakfast for her, thinking she'd be hungry when

trying to learn cooking so

cook for a woman you loved.

he had forgotten in his pursuit was that he had no

he had almost blown up the kitchen.

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

her legs reminded her of what had

face turned pale!

had sex with him!

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

that she was really sad and had entered a wine store.

make one forget their

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

drunk that she was barely

coming in and kneeling down beside her, and saying something

didn't want to

how had she ended up

of her memory told her

trying to recall what exactly had happened when a loud crash

out of the room. But it

the cold floor

cry of pain, then sat

feeble, devoid of all strength.

her body was clean and fresh, then remembered Francis

the kitchen, Francis stared at the broken dish

burned over the pieces. It was difficult to tell what it was. Perhaps,

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