Chapter 280 Betty and Michael moaned in sync Part2

Betty’s voice quivered with a chaotic blend of panic, strain, and an unexpected hint of release, while Michael’s tone burst with shock and unrestrained joy, free of any trace of discomfort.

Had they bridged that unspoken gap yet?

Was there another way to interpret this?

If they had, I’d somehow let the moment slip past me unnoticed.

Had Betty lowered herself fully, drawing Michael closer in an irreversible act?

Or had Michael surged forward, closing the distance between them?

How exactly had their connection taken shape?

After those three sharp, distinct sounds cut through the air, the headset fell into an unsettling hush, replaced by a strange, muted murmur.

It wasn’t quite a moan but carried its echo, soft and faint, barely piercing the quiet that cloaked the room like a heavy shroud.

I clasped my head with both hands, pressing hard against my temples, mirroring Betty’s earlier gesture of distress and desperation.