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!'

looked at her sleeping face. She looked so beautiful that

he didn't want to

to stop, it took him a

as she slept soundly, and planted

tucked her with the quilt, and

make some breakfast for her, thinking

when he was trying to learn cooking so he could cook

felt amazing to cook for a woman you loved.

his pursuit was that he had no knowledge

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

Ellie woke up. She watched

legs reminded her of what had happened the night before.

face turned pale!

sex with him!

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

she remembered was that she was really sad and had entered a wine

could make

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

gotten so drunk that she was barely

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

want to

had no idea how had she ended up

faint and blurry part of her memory told her it was her who took the initiative.

trying to recall what exactly had happened when a loud crash drew her back

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

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

a cry of pain, then sat down on the edge

felt feeble, devoid of

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

kitchen, Francis stared at the broken dish on the floor.

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

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