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!'

looked so beautiful that he couldn't help leaning

with a man, so he didn't want to weird her out. But her touch

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

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

her with the quilt,

for her, thinking she'd

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

for a woman you loved.

in his pursuit was that he

one omelet, he

up. She watched him walking away, her expression

felt between her legs reminded her of what had happened the

her face

had sex with

wondering how she had gotten back from

remembered was that she was really sad and had entered a

always said that drinking could make

bought a dozen bottles of wine, went back home, sat on the floor and started to drink.

gotten so drunk that she was barely conscious!

someone coming in and kneeling down

she didn't want to talk then.

had she ended up in

memory told her it was her who

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

him head out of the room. But it

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

cry of pain, then sat down on the edge

feeble, devoid of all strength.

fresh, then remembered Francis had helped her take a bath.

stared at the

pieces. It was difficult to

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