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

she had slept with a man, so he didn't want to weird her out. But her touch was so warm and so

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

at her face glowing in the morning sunshine as she

he got out of bed, tucked her with the quilt, and

breakfast for her, thinking

at Andrew when he was trying to learn cooking so he could cook for Ashley. He

for a

had forgotten in his pursuit was that he

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

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

she felt between her legs reminded her of

face

had sex

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

was really sad and had entered a wine

drinking could make one

home, sat on the floor and started to drink.

gotten so drunk that she

down beside her, and saying something to comfort

didn't want to talk

had she ended up in bed

blurry part of her memory told her it was her

happened

she saw him head out of the room. But it turned out he was still here and was

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

pain, then sat down on the edge of the

felt feeble, devoid

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

the kitchen, Francis stared at the broken dish

something burned over the pieces. It was difficult

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