Chapter 227 Michael had finally lost his temper... Part1

Michael swiftly locked the door from the inside, his movements betraying a sense of urgency.

He turned and hurriedly followed Betty, his robust frame quickly catching up to her.

Suddenly, he embraced her from behind, his chin resting on her shoulder as he inhaled the scent of her hair, his face a mask of excitement and bliss.

Betty, startled by Michael's sudden embrace, showed a flicker of panic on her face.

She turned to speak to him, but the noise around the yard's camera drowned out their voices, making it impossible to hear their exchange.

As their conversation seemed to end, Betty appeared to relent, allowing Michael to keep his arms around her as they walked into the main house.

"Don't... don't kiss me..." she murmured as they entered the living room.

Michael, the last to enter, kicked the door shut with his foot and moved in front of Betty, engulfing her face in fervent kisses.

Betty dodged while speaking, her face marked by reluctance.