Chapter 277 Was Betty trying to wake Michael intentionally？

Michael was startled by the eerie footsteps, his eyes darting to his bedroom door, his hands instinctively covering his groin as if bracing for an assault.

At this moment, Michael's fear and nervousness betrayed just how much he cherished every moment with Betty.

"Slap... slap... slap..."

The footsteps sounded no more than ten times, indicating Betty had taken fewer than ten steps from the bathroom to Michael's door—a distance easily covered in that count.

The footsteps halted right at Michael's door, plunging the corridor into a brief silence, punctuated only by Michael's muffled breathing and the barely restrained breaths from outside the door.

Rewind twenty seconds... Betty had closed her eyes and tilted her head back at the bathroom entrance.

When she lowered her head and reopened her eyes, her gaze had transformed.

It was as if her soul had been stripped away, her eyes hollow, seemingly under some sinister spell, as if cursed.