Chapter 285 Would Betty reject it? Part2

Time marched on relentlessly, a ceaseless current, and within the room, the fervent exchange between Betty and Michael pressed forward without a hint of pause, an unbroken thread in the night’s weave.

At this moment, Betty lay sprawled across the bed, her form shimmering with sweat beneath the muted glow of a single lamp, casting shadows that danced like a scene from a half-remembered tale.

Her silhouette curved softly against the sheets, drawing the eye as Michael, with his strong, shadowed frame, moved steadily behind her, his presence a dark contrast in the dimness.

Betty offered no resistance, her body yielding to Michael’s rhythm, swept along by the tide he’d set in motion.

The sound of their closeness sharpened, quickening into a fierce, insistent pulse, a harbinger of Michael’s nearing crest.

Betty, now fully awake to the wave building within, felt a tumult of emotions swirling deep in her chest—regret, surrender, and a flicker of something unnameable.