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

he didn't want to weird her out. But her touch was so warm and so sweet that

asked him to stop, it took him a while

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

out of bed, tucked her with the

make some breakfast for her, thinking she'd be

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

felt amazing to cook for a woman you

was that he had no knowledge

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

Francis got out of bed, Ellie woke up. She watched him walking away,

her legs reminded her of what

her face

sex

closed her eyes again, wondering how she had gotten

was that she was really sad and had entered

always said that drinking could make one forget their pains

went back home, sat on

that she

coming in and kneeling down beside her, and saying

she didn't want to talk

she ended

of her memory told her it was her who took

happened when a loud crash drew her

him head out of the room. But it turned out he was still here and was doing something weird in

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 and almost fell down.

of pain, then sat down on the

feeble, devoid of all strength.

she sensed that her body was clean and fresh, then remembered Francis had helped her take a bath.

stared at the broken dish on

burned over the pieces. It was difficult to

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