ushernet Chapter 133 What exactly had they been up to? Part1
Chapter 133 What exactly had they been up to? Part1
The sound of the door creaking open instantly pulled my gaze upward.
They were finally back.
The door swung open with a soft click, and immediately, the living room lights flickered on, casting a weak but glaring light through the windows onto the balcony.
Through the hazy glass, I peered into the living room.
I saw Michael bending over to change his shoes, with Betty following closely behind him.
After days of watching videos, I was finally meeting the "stars" of those clips in person.
They felt so familiar yet so strangely distant.
"Michael, did you leave the door unlocked again this morning? Just pushing it closed?" Betty's voice was melodious as always, but it grated on my ears as she entered.
"No, I'm sure I locked it... turned the key twice," Michael responded, straightening up after slipping on his shoes.
"Why did my key turn the lock so easily then? Be more careful next time, don't be so careless," Betty chided as she bent down to change her shoes.
Despite wearing a formal outfit, her bending posture revealed a generous expanse of pale cleavage, deep and enticing.
As she moved, her breasts swayed provocatively, catching Michael's gaze as he stood facing her, clearly enjoying the view.
"Are you even listening to me?" Betty snapped, having received no response while she finished with her shoes.
Straightening up, she turned to lecture Michael, only to find him staring, almost drooling.
Betty's cheeks flushed, realizing her accidental exposure had captivated him, causing his dumbstruck reaction.
"Ugh..." Betty spat softly, her face a mix of embarrassment and a shy smile.
This wasn't the look of a mother scolding her child; it was more akin to playful banter between lovers.
"Hungry... hehe..." Michael finally snapped out of his daze at the sound of Betty's voice.
He didn't show any embarrassment, just a sly grin, his eyes still lingering with desire.
Watching this scene unfold, my heart ached even more.
Seeing it in person was entirely different from watching it on a screen.
"Alright, go study now..." Betty's eyes softened as she watched Michael, but knowing the full story, I couldn't tell if her tenderness was that of a mother's love or a woman's affection for her lover.
Tears finally welled up in my eyes...
I knelt and bowed three times before the altar, then took the token from the shrine, wrapping it in my jacket.
I stood and opened the balcony door, not bothering to be stealthy.
At this point, I wasn't concerned about Betty or Michael noticing me.
If they did, it might even be for the best—to lay everything out in the open.
The sound of the door didn't seem to disturb anyone inside.
I stepped into the living room, breathing in the air that Betty had just left behind, her scent still lingering.
The path from the balcony to the front door inevitably led past our bedroom, the bathroom, and Michael's room.
As I walked, a wave of weakness washed over me.
Reaching Michael's door, I paused and turned to look.
Just as I suspected, the door was not fully closed, leaving a narrow gap.
Though small, it offered a clear view.
I saw Michael sitting at his desk, with Betty beside him on the bed, helping him with his homework.
Michael occasionally glanced at Betty, not always focusing on the books, which earned him playful punches from her.
They seemed genuinely happy, laughing and chatting as they studied.
This scene felt so alien to me.
"Did you have fun today?" Michael asked as he closed his book and began packing up, turning to Betty.
"Yeah, I really did..." Betty responded, her voice still carrying the remnants of her laughter.
"That's great... hehe," Michael's face lit up with excitement at her response.
I couldn't understand why her simple affirmation would elicit such a reaction.
Watching his expression, it seemed he was thinking about something far more complex than Betty's straightforward answer...
What exactly had they been up to?
A chill of suspicion ran through my cold heart...