Chapter 237 I couldn't stop worrying about you

"Betty, do you still love me?" I blurted out, right after Betty wiped my mouth with a wet cloth.

Betty's hand froze at the corner of my mouth, a flicker of surprise and confusion crossing her eyes.

"Love? Of course, I love you. Why would you ask such a thing? Let me be clear, I love only you, and that will never change. Don't believe me? Feel my heart." Betty took a deep breath, her gaze firm, and she guided my hand to rest against her chest.

Feeling the softness there, my mind flashed back to just a few hours earlier when Michael's hands were fervently kneading her breasts.

I quietly withdrew my hand and didn't respond to Betty. Instead, I slowly closed my eyes, my thoughts more turbulent than ever.

Lying there with my eyes shut, sleep eluded me as the conversation with Betty swirled in my head.

Seeing Betty with Michael, I should have scoffed at her passionate declaration.

Yet her words and expression seemed so genuine and steadfast, showing no signs of pretense.