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!'

at her sleeping face. She looked so beautiful that

so he didn't want to weird her out. But her touch was so warm

and asked him to stop, it took him a while to let

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

bed, tucked her with the quilt, and headed

breakfast for her, thinking she'd be hungry when

so he could cook for Ashley. He

for a woman you

his pursuit was that he had no knowledge

omelet, he

up.

between her legs reminded her of what had happened the

face turned pale!

had sex with

wondering how she had gotten back from

she was really sad and had entered a wine store.

that drinking could make one forget their pains and

of wine, went back home, sat on the floor and started to

that she

and kneeling down beside her, and saying something to

she didn't want to talk

had no idea how had she ended up in bed

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

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

out of the room. But it turned out

cold floor and tried to

pain, then sat down on the edge of the bed.

feeble, devoid of all

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

kitchen, Francis stared at the broken

was something burned over the pieces. It was difficult to tell what it was. Perhaps,

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