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

a man, so he didn't want to weird her out. But her touch was so warm and so sweet

and asked him to stop, it took him a while to let go of

her face glowing in the morning sunshine as she slept

her with the quilt, and headed to the kitchen.

some breakfast for her, thinking

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

cook for a woman you loved.

his pursuit was that he had no knowledge of

one omelet, he had almost blown up the

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

her of what had happened the night before.

her face turned pale!

sex with him!

eyes again, wondering how she had gotten back

was really sad and

make one forget their

went back home, sat

gotten so drunk that she

down

want to talk then.

she ended up in bed with

memory told her it was her

was lost in trying to recall what exactly had happened when a loud

it turned out he was

the cold floor and

sat

feeble, devoid of all

body was clean and fresh, then remembered

kitchen, Francis stared at the broken dish on the

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

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