ushernet Chapter 225 Was she contacting Michael?
Chapter 225 Was she contacting Michael?
"I'm done talking, let's just go to sleep. I'll handle everything at the office tomorrow, I'm too tired... That was terrifying..." I waved my hand, deciding not to continue.
Speaking too much might only raise Betty's suspicions.
With my limited knowledge of psychology, I felt this was just the right amount to reveal.
I left the living room to change out of my clothes, noticing it was already 11:52 PM.
As I undressed, my eyes briefly scanned the adjacent bedroom.
The door was open, and there was no sign of Michael.
After finishing up, I made a point to light incense for my parents on the balcony, a ritual I performed every time I returned from a business trip.
It was a way to check in on my parents and seek blessings, but this time, there was an additional purpose: to look for Michael.
I feared he might still be in the house.
If I could hide on the balcony, why couldn't Michael?
Although the likelihood was incredibly low, given how quickly I had entered the house, Michael wouldn't have had time to react if he had been with Betty.
Once everything was settled, I changed into my pajamas and lay in bed, my breathing still not completely calm.
The events of the evening had been overwhelming, and I had just forced myself to smooth things over.
The tension and suppression I felt were genuine, mirroring the emotions of my failed undercover escape.
Lying in bed, Betty was beside me, her hand gently stroking my chest as if to calm me, her breathing rapid but controlled.
Her trembling hand revealed her true inner turmoil.
Neither of us spoke, each trying to settle our own tumultuous thoughts.
Betty was likely sorting through everything, trying to make sense of it all, while I pondered my next move.
My impulsive actions had exposed my feigned business trip.
What should I do next?
I remembered Betty mentioning she would visit Michael at the cottage tomorrow afternoon.
With my sudden return home, would she still go?
Regardless, I planned to leave under the guise of going to work tomorrow, then continue monitoring from the cottage.
However, I had to return home in the evening as usual.
Although I had given Betty "time," the shock might have disrupted their plans.
I had decided not to confront Michael immediately because I needed concrete evidence, specifically footage of them in the act. Find your next read on My Virtual Library Empire
Although I had witnessed it in the living room, I hadn't recorded it, so I forced myself to wait a bit longer, feeling unresolved.
As I pondered, time ticked by.
Eventually, I felt Betty stir beside me.
Turning my head slightly, I noticed her eyelids twitching—she was about to wake up.
I quickly shut my eyes and pretended to sleep.
I wanted to avoid any conversation with Betty before the afternoon; I feared I might give something away.
It wasn't long before I felt the weight lift from my arm, and I heard the mattress creak.
Betty must have sat up.
She yawned, and then the room fell silent.
She was probably looking at me, maybe thinking things over.
I was tempted to peek, but I didn't want to risk getting caught.
After what felt like an eternity, I sensed Betty tiptoeing around the bed and then heard the door open as she went to the bathroom.
Once I was sure she had left the room, I checked the time: 5:42 AM, still over forty minutes before our usual wake-up time.
Betty's sleep was definitely affected.
Just then, I heard a sound from the bathroom—not a ringtone, but more like a notification sound.
Was Betty texting someone in there?
I couldn't help myself; I got up and tiptoed to the bathroom door.
Crouching down, I pressed my ear against it.
Sure enough, I heard the soft taps of someone typing on a phone.
Betty had put her phone on silent, but I could still hear the clicks of the keys.
Was she contacting Michael?
It seemed likely.
Maybe Michael had been calling every morning to check in, flirt a bit, share their longing for each other.
Betty getting up so early—was it just because she couldn't sleep, or was she up early to send a warning message to Michael?
Just then, I heard the toilet flush.
I rushed back to the room and sat on the bed.
I didn't have time to cover up and pretend to be asleep before Betty came back.
Caught off guard, I just leaned against the headboard, pretending I had just woken up.