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 kiss

the first time she had slept with a man, so he didn't want to weird her

and asked him to stop, it

the morning sunshine as

tucked her

her, thinking she'd be

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

for a

had forgotten in his pursuit was that he had no knowledge of

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

up. She watched him walking away, her expression

she felt between her legs reminded her of what had

her face turned pale!

had sex

she had gotten back from

was that she was really sad and had entered a wine

that drinking could make one forget

wine, went back home, sat on the floor and started to

that she was

in and kneeling down beside her, and saying

didn't want to talk

how had she ended up

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

happened when a loud crash drew

him head out of the room. But it turned

wanted to 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

pain, then sat down

feeble, devoid of

sensed that her body was clean and fresh, then remembered

kitchen, Francis stared at the broken dish on

It was difficult to tell what

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