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!'

She looked so beautiful that he couldn't help leaning down to

want to weird her

asked him to stop, it took him a

sunshine as she slept soundly, and planted a kiss on her

out of bed, tucked her with

wanted to make some breakfast for her, thinking she'd be hungry when

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

cook for a

his pursuit was

the end of making one omelet, he had almost blown up the

out of bed, Ellie woke up. She

felt between her legs reminded her

her face turned pale!

had sex with

how she had

remembered was that she was really sad and

make one forget their pains

of wine, went back home, sat

so drunk that she was

down beside her, and saying something to

want to

idea how had she

memory told her it was her who took the

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

Francis had disappeared when she saw him head out of the room. But it turned out he was still here and was doing something weird in the

onto the cold floor and tried to stand up, her

cry of pain, then sat down on the edge

feeble, devoid of all

was clean and fresh, then remembered Francis had helped her take

kitchen, Francis stared at the

pieces. It was difficult to tell what it was. Perhaps, a

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