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!'

so beautiful that he couldn't help leaning down

to weird her out. But

stop, it took him a while to let

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

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

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

learn cooking so he could cook

felt amazing to cook for

had forgotten in his pursuit was that

the end of making one omelet, he had almost blown up

up. She watched

she felt between her legs reminded her of what had happened

her face turned pale!

sex with

her eyes again, wondering how she

that she was really sad and had entered a

said that drinking could make one forget their pains and sorrows.

wine, went back home, sat

so drunk that she

down beside her, and saying something to

she didn't want to talk then.

no idea how had she ended up in

part of her memory told her it was her who

had happened when a loud crash drew her back

had disappeared when she saw him head out of the room. But it turned out he was still here and was doing something weird in

When she put her feet onto the cold floor and tried to stand up,

out a cry of pain, then sat down on

devoid of

body was clean and fresh, then remembered Francis

the kitchen, Francis stared at the broken dish on the floor.

difficult to tell what it was.

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