Chapter 273 Michael's patience is slowly fading Part4

As the sound of the bathroom door locking echoed through the house, Michael, who had been sweeping the floor, instantly looked up.

His eyes fixed on the firmly shut bathroom door, his expression no longer the casual one he had when Betty first entered.

Now, his gaze was fierce, teeth clenched in a grimace of anger and pain.

His hands gripped the broom and dustpan so tightly that they creaked under the pressure, a clear sign of the turmoil within him.

Michael stared at the door for a long time, lost in his painful thoughts, only snapping back to reality when the sound of running water reached his ears.

He took a deep breath and quickly finished cleaning the house.

After tidying up the rooms, Michael returned to his own bedroom, his demeanor eerily calm, as if nothing had happened.

It felt like the calm before a storm.

I sensed that Michael was like a lion lying quietly on the ground, his eyes calmly watching prey just beyond the bushes.