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

to weird her out. But her touch was so warm and so sweet that he couldn't

to stop, it took him a while to let go

face glowing in the morning sunshine as she

bed, tucked her with

make some breakfast for her, thinking

remembered laughing at Andrew when he was trying to learn cooking so he could cook

for a woman

his pursuit was that he had no knowledge

end of making one omelet, he had almost blown

got out of bed, Ellie woke up.

she felt between her legs reminded her of

her face

sex with him!

how she had gotten back from L City

was that she was really

always said that drinking could make one forget their

home, sat on the floor and started to drink.

that she was barely

in and kneeling down beside her, and saying something to comfort

want to talk then.

no idea how had she ended up in bed with

part of her memory told her it was her who took the initiative.

exactly had happened when a loud

she saw him head out of the room. But it turned out he

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 down. The pain

out a cry of pain, then sat down on

feeble, devoid

was clean and fresh, then remembered Francis had

kitchen, Francis stared at the broken dish

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

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