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!'

sleeping face. She looked so beautiful that he couldn't help leaning down to kiss

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

it took him a while to

as she

bed, tucked her with the quilt, and headed to the

her, thinking she'd be hungry when she woke

learn cooking so he could cook for Ashley.

amazing to cook for a woman you loved.

pursuit was that he

one omelet, he had almost blown up the kitchen.

out of bed, Ellie woke up.

pain she felt between her legs reminded her of what had

face turned

had sex with

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

remembered was that she was really sad and had

said that drinking could make one

a dozen bottles of wine, went back home, sat on

drunk that she was

remembered someone coming in and kneeling down beside her, and saying

didn't want

she ended up in bed with him!

her memory told her it was her who took the

what exactly had happened when a loud crash drew

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

cold floor and tried to stand up, her legs couldn't

pain, then sat

feeble, devoid of

was clean and fresh, then remembered Francis

the kitchen, Francis stared at the

the pieces. It was difficult to tell what it was. Perhaps, a

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