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!'

sleeping face. She looked so beautiful that he couldn't help leaning down to kiss her.

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

Ellie was hurting and asked him to stop, it took

in the morning sunshine as she slept soundly, and planted a

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

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

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

felt amazing to cook for a

in his pursuit was

omelet, he had almost

woke up. She watched him

her legs reminded her of

face

had sex with him!

how she had gotten back from L City

was really sad and had entered a wine store.

could make one forget their

wine, went back home, sat

so drunk that

and kneeling down beside her, and saying something

she didn't want to talk then.

how had she ended up in bed

her memory told her it was her

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

had disappeared when she saw him head out of the room. But it turned out he was still

get out of bed but she over-estimated her physical condition. When she put her feet onto the cold floor and tried to stand up, her legs couldn't support her. She buckled and almost fell

cry of pain, then sat down on the edge of the

devoid

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

the broken dish on the

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

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