On the other side, Michael, sensing Betty's departure, activated all the cameras and located the one in their bedroom.
He began to watch intently, his excitement palpable as if a hungry wolf had spotted its prey, his eyes glowing green with anticipation, his breathing quickening as he stared unblinkingly at the screen.
After hesitating for a moment, Betty gently approached her bedroom door, her hand gripping the doorknob before she quietly turned it.
With a soft click, the door locked from the inside.
The sound was faint, masked by the noise of the washing machine in the bathroom.
Betty believed Michael wouldn't hear it.
Perhaps she didn't want to hurt Michael's pride with her actions, but she felt the need to guard against him.
Seeing this, I felt somewhat relieved; at least Betty was cautious around Michael, a stance that I found reassuring.