Chapter 278 Michael, don't wake up tonight

Betty held her breath, her hair trailing across Michael's chest, a sensation I knew all too well.

Wet hair feels cold, and it tickles when it brushes against the skin.

Most people would react, maybe scratch or turn away, but Michael endured it.

His fists clenched, his body otherwise motionless, including his face.

He kept enduring, which I found odd.

Didn't Michael want to be close to Betty?

All he had to do was wake up, pull Betty into his arms, and everything would naturally progress.

Even if Betty struggled a bit, it would likely be a token resistance.

So why was Michael staying still?

Did he not want to be intimate with Betty?

Was he conflicted because of me, his father?

Had his conscience kicked in?

Michael's feigned sleep was full of holes, yet Betty, clouded in her senses, failed to notice as she continued to brush her hair tips across his chest, inhaling the masculine pheromones emanating from him.