Chapter 284 Would Betty reject it? Part1

At this moment, I couldn’t bear to linger on the fervent exchange unfolding between Betty and Michael, the weight of it too much to absorb slowly.

I began to hasten the surveillance footage, accelerating it roughly fourfold, the scenes blurring into a rush.

Michael’s movements were already swift, but at this pace, they dissolved into a fleeting haze of motion.

"Slap, slap, slap, slap..." The sounds of their closeness melded into a relentless hum, a rhythm with scarcely a breath between beats.

It seemed the faster I played it, the less my heartache swelled, as if speed dulled the sting.

My eyes stayed fixed on the screen, locked on the two figures entwined in the dim light.

As the playback raced, Betty’s reactions sharpened, like someone caught in a desperate, fleeting struggle.

Betty sprawled across the bed, borne along by Michael’s force for what felt like ten endless minutes.