The duration of our conversations grew shorter

Watching Betty hesitate between two nightgowns, my heart couldn't help but tighten. It was just a choice of sleepwear, but it was crucial.

Deep down, I hoped Betty would opt for the more conservative one, to better shield herself from Michael's advances. Yet, I had a sinking feeling I was about to be disappointed again.

Betty has always treated Michael like her own son, and their relationship seemed to have deepened tonight. With her easygoing nature, she was bound to choose the more relaxed, sexier option...

Betty pondered over her choice for a long time, but finally seemed to make up her mind.

Just when I thought I had her figured out, Betty surprised me. She put the sexy nightdress back in the closet and, under my stunned gaze, slipped into the conservative nightgown, even adding a bra underneath. What was going on?

Had she sensed something off about last night?

Was she now on guard around Michael?

I realized I was starting to understand Betty less and less.

After changing, Betty headed towards Michael's room. Tonight, her attire was the most modest it had ever been, the reasons for which probably only she knew.

Before entering Michael's room, Michael lay in bed, his face showing a mix of nostalgia and longing, perhaps reminiscing about last night's forbidden pleasures.

Hearing the sound of the bedroom door, he quickly shut his eyes, pretending to sleep, perhaps fearing he might give something away if he saw Betty looking too enticing.

Upon entering Michael's room and seeing him feigning sleep, Betty chuckled and shook her head. She stretched lazily by his bed, her curves subtly outlined by her conservative nightgown, then turned off the light and climbed into bed, perhaps to offer Michael some warmth and comfort.

She slept on her side, her hand resting on Michael. Betty was a heavy sleeper; once her head hit the pillow, she would be out like a light.

Soon, her breathing became even and steady, while Michael continued his charade, his heart probably racing with anticipation.

About ten minutes later, Michael slowly opened his eyes, which were now filled with desire. He gently moved Betty's arm away, a move to facilitate his own movements and to check if she was truly asleep.

Once her arm was fully removed and Betty showed no signs of waking, Michael eagerly sat up, ready to make his move. But as he turned to look at Betty, he froze...

Seeing Michael's reaction to Betty's conservative nightgown, I couldn't help but want to laugh. His expression was priceless, like a man who, unable to resist visiting a brothel, finds out the person he was about to engage with wasn't what he expected.

Disappointment washed over Michael as he surveyed Betty. The cleavage he anticipated was covered, her usually bare legs hidden, even her wrists were not visible.

Kneeling on the bed, Michael was utterly baffled. Just last night, Betty had been wearing a sexy nightgown, so why had she suddenly switched to something so conservative today?

Puzzled, Michael pondered for a while, then suddenly his eyes snapped open wide, a look of fear and tension washing over his face.

It was probably the same thought that had initially crossed my mind: perhaps Betty had realized last night that Michael was disrespecting her body, and that was why she had opted for more conservative attire today.

Realizing this, Michael flopped back down on the bed, his good mood seemingly evaporated.

Meanwhile, I was closely observing every move Betty made.

If Betty had indeed been woken up by Michael last night and had pretended to be asleep, then she might do the same tonight to keep an eye on Michael. Now that Michael had backed off, disappointed, Betty might just open her eyes from her feigned sleep.

However, as I zoomed in with the camera for a closer look, there was no sign of Betty opening her eyes; instead, her breathing was even, indicating she was truly asleep.

Consequently, nothing untoward happened the second night due to Michael's nervousness and fear.

What was going on? I couldn't help but pull up the video from the previous night.

This time, I focused on observing Betty's expressions and movements. From my years of knowing Betty, it was clear she had been sound asleep last night, likely unaware of Michael's actions.

So why had Betty switched to a conservative nightgown tonight? Thinking about it from another angle, I realized...

Betty had worn the sexy nightgown last night by accident. She hadn't anticipated that Michael would wake up from a nightmare.

When Michael had screamed, Betty, without thinking of anything else, had rushed to his side. After soothing Michael back to sleep, Betty had intended to change into at least a different nightgown, but Michael had 'unintentionally' clung to the hem of her dress, leading to the events of last night.

Today, however, Betty was alert and knew she would be sleeping next to Michael. Although she wasn't wary of him, as a counselor, she understood that dressing too provocatively could still impact a child somewhat.

Moreover, she felt somewhat uncomfortable dressing that way in front of a child. For the sake of the child's mental and emotional health, and perhaps remembering my earlier advice, she chose the most prudent nightgown.

Little did Betty know, this unintentional choice would spare her from being disrespected that night.

After reviewing the video from the second night, I continued to watch the subsequent days' footage. Every day after school, Betty diligently tutored Michael, prioritizing his education.

When it came time for our phone calls, Betty often thought of calling me, but every time she picked up her phone, Michael would come up with a question about his studies, forcing Betty to put off the call.

Over time, Betty simply forgot to call, and even when we did talk, Michael didn't frequently interrupt us with questions. Gradually, the duration of our conversations grew shorter.

Betty might not have sensed anything unusual, thinking it was good for Michael to be curious and ask many questions, as any teacher would encourage.

However, I knew better. Michael was definitely doing this on purpose to disrupt our conversations. I could tell from the videos that every time Betty was about to call me, a hint of jealousy flickered across Michael's face.