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 down to kiss

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

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

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

out of bed, tucked her with the quilt,

for her, thinking she'd be

trying to learn cooking so he could cook for Ashley. He now understood why he did that.

for a woman you loved.

he had forgotten in his pursuit was that he

one omelet, he

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

between her legs reminded her of what

face turned pale!

sex with him!

she had gotten back from L City

really sad and

drinking could make one forget their pains and

of wine, went back home, sat

drunk that she was barely conscious!

kneeling down

she didn't want

how had she ended up in

her memory told her it was her who

what exactly had happened when

of the room. But it turned out he

physical condition. When she put her feet onto the cold floor and tried to stand up, her legs couldn't support

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

devoid of all

was clean and fresh, then remembered

kitchen, Francis stared at the broken dish

pieces. It was difficult to tell what

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