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

time she had slept with a man, so he didn't want to weird

Ellie was hurting and asked him to stop, it took him a while to let go of her.

as she

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

her, thinking she'd be hungry when

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

in his pursuit was

the end of making one omelet, he had almost

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

pain she felt between her legs reminded her of

her face

had sex with

eyes again, wondering how she had gotten back from

was really sad and had entered a wine

drinking could make one forget their

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

that she

down beside her, and

want to talk

no idea how had she ended up in bed

of her memory told her it was her who took the

in trying to recall what exactly had happened when a loud

him head out of the room. But it turned out he was still

condition. When she put her feet onto the cold floor and tried to stand up, her legs couldn't support her. She

let out a cry of pain, then sat down

felt feeble, devoid of

and fresh, then remembered Francis had helped her take

Francis stared at the broken dish on

pieces. It was difficult

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