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!'

her sleeping face. She looked so beautiful that he couldn't

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

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

sunshine as she slept soundly, and planted a kiss on her

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

for her, thinking she'd be hungry when

at Andrew when he was trying to learn cooking so he could

cook for a woman you

he had forgotten in his pursuit was that he had no knowledge of cooking.

of making one omelet, he had almost blown up the kitchen.

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

between her legs reminded her

her face turned

had sex with him!

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

was really

make one forget their pains and

bought a dozen bottles of wine, went back home,

so drunk that she

kneeling down beside her,

want to

how had she ended up in bed with

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

trying to recall what exactly had happened when

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

When she put her feet onto the cold floor and

sat

feeble, devoid of all

fresh, then remembered Francis had helped

Francis stared at the broken dish on

was difficult to

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