ushernet Chapter 222 Why did she look so pleased? Part2
Chapter 222 Why did she look so pleased? Part2
Betty moved to the side of the living room, near a potted plant, as far away from the bathroom as possible.
She took several deep breaths before pressing the answer button.
"Hello..."
I greeted her simply, my voice hoarse.
I used to call her "honey" right away, but not this time.
People might expect me to start yelling and cursing right after picking up the phone, but I didn't.
I was eerily calm, just greeted her and waited for Betty's response.
It wasn't that I wasn't angry; I was furious to the point of being eerily calm.
"Honey, I've been waiting for your call. Are you still up? Can you talk?" Betty's voice was cheerful on the other end.
Though a flicker of nervousness crossed her face, her tone was genuinely excited, not something that seemed feigned.
No matter how genuine her expression and tone, I couldn't bring myself to believe her; her joyful expression looked so ugly to me.
"Aren't you also awake? Usually, at this time, you'd have been asleep long ago..."
I didn't confront her directly but tried to probe if Betty, who had been meeting another man behind my back, would lie to me over the phone.
Even though I knew the answer, I couldn't help but speak up.
"Um... I had some things to take care of, so I'm going to bed late. But I'm just about to sleep. When are you coming home?"
Betty's face flickered unnaturally upon hearing my words, but she quickly responded smoothly.
"Are you at home right now?"
My voice was cold, ignoring her question.
"I... of course, I'm at home. Where else could I be? Silly..."
Betty's face showed a trace of fear as she responded, glancing outside the door towards our house.
Perhaps she was afraid I might suddenly come home while she and that man were in the living room.
She had worried about this during their intimate moments.
But she couldn't confirm whether I was home, so she definitely couldn't admit it.
With an awkward smile, she still lied to me, her voice trembling slightly.
At that moment, I couldn't take it anymore.
I took a deep breath, ready to lash out at Betty, but before I could speak, I heard the sound of a door opening.
Reaching behind Betty, his hands slipped under her arms to caress her breasts, which I had always adored.
His hands kneaded her breasts through her clothes and bra.
Betty, however, was too focused on her phone call to pay attention to his advances.
"Honey, what's wrong? Why aren't you speaking? Did the call drop?"
Betty's voice kept coming through the phone, calling out to me while I stood there, frozen, not responding, my breathing even seemed to stop, eerily silent.
Eventually, Betty pulled the phone away from her ear and looked at it, wondering if the call had dropped.
Meanwhile, Michael continued to fondle her breasts from behind, but she was solely focused on checking her phone.
After setting the phone down from my ear, I hung up and then turned off my phone.
I slumped into a chair, overwhelmed by Michael's appearance, which had disrupted all my mental preparations.
The most unimaginable scenario had become reality; could I even accept this truth?
Betty tried to call me back immediately after the call ended, but couldn't reach me as my phone was already turned off.
Hearing the unreachable tone on her end, Betty sighed and set down her phone, only then noticing the hands on her chest.
Though she couldn't see who was behind her, she knew all too well whose hands they were.
"Enough, stop it!"
Betty turned around, breaking free from Michael's embrace, looking somewhat dejected.
"What's wrong? Who were you talking to just now? And why so secretly?" Michael asked, his tone tinged with jealousy, though he tried to appear nonchalant.
"Who else could it be!"
Betty sighed and sat down on the sofa, resting her head in her hands, visibly upset.
Perhaps my cold demeanor on the phone had hurt her.
"Was it Dad who called just now?"
Michael guessed, asking her as Betty remained silent.
"He's not coming back for a long time, right? Why do you look so upset? What happened?"
Michael continued, walking naked to the other side of the sofa and sitting next to Betty.
He wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her close like a lover, intending to envelop her in his embrace.
"Stop it, I need to get back!"
Betty pushed Michael's arm away and stood up from his embrace, preparing to get dressed.