As Betty was hunched over, concentrating on proofreading Michael's work, Michael couldn't help but sneak glances at her, filled with a longing he tried to mask. After a few quick looks, he hurriedly shifted his gaze away.
When it came time to hit the sack, Betty, as usual, retreated to her bedroom to slip into her pajamas. She then pulled out her phone to give me a call, checking if my phone was on. Finding it off, she shook her head, a mix of anxiety and worry washing over her, but mostly, she felt a deep sense of missing someone.
After setting her phone down on the nightstand, Betty sat on the edge of our bed, lost in thought. She now felt an inexplicable fear towards Michael's room. As a new mother with no experience, she felt utterly at a loss about how to handle her relationship with Michael now.