A Love Trap novel Chapter 131

Rage was radiating off of Ellie as she shrugged Francis's hand off her shoulder.

She was kicking herself for thinking that this man was shy, pretty, and sensible. She had guessed wrong. This guy was not good. Not at all.

But Francis grasped Ellie's hand so that she couldn't get away from him.

Ellie thought this guy was a playboy.

Ellie glared at Francis and asked, "What the hell are you trying to do?"

Francis replied, "I just want to give you a ride." He blinked charmingly at Ellie as he spoke.

His eyes were full of tenderness and affection. And right now, they looked like a couple who were passionately in love. It looked like the girl was angry, and her boyfriend was trying his best to make her happy.

Ellie was speechless.

Ellie managed to stop several other cabs, but Francis shooed every single one off.

And Ellie could do nothing to him. She had seen how shameless this guy was.

After being exposed to the sun and annoyed by Francis for such a long time, Ellie finally got into his car.

Like a gentleman, Francis opened the door for Ellie and walked to the other side to get in the car once Ellie was seated.

In the car, Ellie told him the address and then didn't speak.

On the other hand, Francis was way too excited, and kept chattering all the way, throwing questions at her.

"Beauty, what's your name?"

"Can I have your phone number?"

"Beauty..."

Ellie didn't answer Francis. Her impatience resulted in her taking her earplugs out of her bag and putting them in her ears.

However, Francis was itching to find out more about her instead of becoming frustrated.

In the past, when any woman saw him, he didn't need to do anything but stand there and wink, and the woman would be happy to come talk to him.

Now that he had met a girl who was hell bent on ignoring him, he thought it was an interesting challenge for him.

He didn't get any answer till he drove Ellie to her destination.

Francis sat in the car and looked at Ellie's retreating back, touching his jaw.

He took out a small mirror from somewhere and looked at his attractive face. He murmured doubtfully, "Am I less attractive now? Is that why she gave me the cold shoulder?"

"It can't be true though! This face is still so handsome. Not a pore can be seen. And my skin is fair and smooth..."

If someone passed by his car now, they would see

a man, who was better looking than a woman, sitting in the car, looking into a mirror, and whispering to himself endlessly.

Was this man insane?

Francis put away the mirror. Recently, he had been as busy as a bee in the hospital and hadn't had the chance to go out and have fun for a long time.