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!'

so beautiful that he

slept with a man, so he didn't want to weird her out. But her touch was so warm and so sweet that he couldn't resist it.

asked him to stop, it took him a while to let go of her.

her face glowing in the morning sunshine as she slept soundly, and planted

that, he got out of bed, tucked her

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

trying to learn cooking so he could cook for Ashley. He now

to cook for a woman you

his pursuit was that he had no knowledge of cooking.

making one omelet, he had almost blown up the

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

legs reminded her of what had happened

face

sex with him!

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

she was really sad

that drinking could make one forget their pains

bottles of wine, went back home,

drunk that

remembered someone coming in and kneeling down beside her, and saying something

didn't want to talk then.

how had she ended

faint and blurry part of her memory told

had happened when a loud

she saw him head out of the room. But it turned out he

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

sat down on the edge of

feeble, devoid

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

the broken dish on

something burned over the pieces. It was difficult

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