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

so he didn't want to weird her out. But

it took him a

her face glowing in the morning sunshine as she slept

of bed, tucked her with the quilt, and

breakfast for her, thinking she'd be hungry when she woke up.

remembered laughing at Andrew when he was trying to learn cooking so he could cook for Ashley. He now understood

amazing to cook for a woman you

forgotten in his pursuit was that

of making one omelet, he had almost

of bed, Ellie woke up.

between her legs reminded her of what had happened the night before.

face turned

sex with him!

again, wondering how she

she was really sad and had entered a

make one forget their pains and sorrows.

wine, went back home,

gotten so drunk that she was barely

kneeling down beside

she didn't want to talk then.

had no idea how had she ended up

her memory told her it

to recall what exactly had happened when

But it turned out he was

get out of bed 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 was

sat down on the edge of the

devoid of

was clean and fresh, then remembered Francis had helped her take a

Francis stared at the broken dish on the floor.

was difficult to tell what it

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