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!'

beautiful that he couldn't help leaning down to kiss

didn't want to weird her out. But her touch was so warm

asked him to stop, it took

gazed at her face glowing in the morning sunshine as she

of bed, tucked her with the quilt, and headed

breakfast for her, thinking she'd be hungry

at Andrew when he was trying to learn cooking so he could cook for Ashley. He now understood why he did that.

amazing to cook for a woman you loved.

was that he

of making one omelet, he had almost blown up

woke up.

between her legs reminded her of what had happened the night before.

face

had sex with him!

wondering how she had gotten

was that she was really sad and had

could make one forget their pains

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

so drunk that she was barely

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

she didn't want to

no idea how had she ended up

part of her memory told her it was her who took

had happened when a loud crash drew her

the room. But it turned

to get 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 and almost fell down.

let out a cry of pain, then sat down on the edge

devoid of

and fresh, then remembered Francis had helped her

the kitchen, Francis stared at the

difficult to tell what

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