Hidden Desires - Family Secrets-Chapter 159 Michael... stop... Part3

After cleansing herself thoroughly, Betty wrapped a towel around her body and stepped out of the bathroom, a look of worry etched across her face.

The clarity of the moment brought with it a wave of regret and concern.

She and Michael were now on a path of no return, and the consequences of their actions, if revealed, were unimaginable.

Her shower had been brief, focused primarily on washing her vaginal area.

Despite multiple rinses, Michael’s semen continued to seep out.

Eventually, Betty gave up and, while putting on her underwear, she grabbed a sanitary pad from the vanity—typically used during her periods—to absorb the remaining semen.

Hesitating at the bathroom door, Betty sighed deeply, her emotions tangled.

She returned to grab a pack of wet wipes before heading back to Michael’s room.

There, Michael lay on the bed, reliving their recent lovemaking.

His flaccid penis lay across his groin, the dried semen forming a crusty white layer.

Betty kneeled by the bed, still wrapped in her towel, and began to clean Michael with a wet wipe.

She wiped his penis, pubic hair, and semen-coated scrotum.

The cool touch of the wipes made Michael open his eyes.

He saw Betty, bent over, diligently cleaning him like a devoted wife attending to her husband.

As Betty leaned over, a deep cleavage was visible, catching the fiery gaze of Michael.

Her cheeks flushed red, but she did not shy away.

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After all, they had already shared the most intimate moments; what more was there to hide?

Watching Betty clean Michael’s genitals stirred a tightness in my chest.

Although I had anticipated this, seeing it firsthand revealed a vulnerable side of me.

There was a time when Betty had tenderly cleaned me in the same way, but those days were long gone since my health issues began.

Now, this intimate scene unfolded with another man.

In the video, Betty’s actions were calm and composed, unlike her initial panic.

It seemed everything had taken a natural course.

Perhaps due to the friction from the wet wipes, Michael’s penis began to stir in Betty’s hands.

Realizing this, she quickly let go, having nearly finished cleaning him.

After getting off the bed, Betty walked out of the bedroom, her exit more hurried than before, destabilized by the sight of Michael’s reawakening arousal.

Perhaps she feared staying longer would lead to further overwhelming encounters.

Once outside the bedroom, Betty paused in the living room to catch her breath before slowly heading to her own bedroom.

However, she stopped at the door.

Traditionally, Betty would apply a face mask and drink a glass of water before bed, adhering to her belief that "a woman’s face is made of water."

Despite her exhaustion, she decided not to break this routine.

Betty retrieved a face mask from her bedroom and applied it, then walked to the living room to pour herself a glass of water.

The cup and kettle were on a coffee table, just a short distance from the door.

As she left Michael’s room, she turned off his bedroom light.

With the mask obscuring her expression, her face was unreadable.

But as she glanced casually at the shoe cabinet by the door, a hint of confusion crossed her masked face.

Although the living room was dark, the light from our bedrooms, both doors open, illuminated the contents of the shoe cabinet.

Betty didn’t turn on the lights but instead, holding her glass of water, walked over to the shoe cabinet.

As she approached, she spotted a ring box, her expression shifting to one of surprise, but not fear.

Setting down her glass, she picked up the ring box and opened it to reveal a diamond ring inside, her face registering disbelief.

This scene made it clear to me that Betty was close to uncovering the truth, perhaps even suspecting it now.

Yet, strangely, her reaction was only surprise, no fear.

Did she really not care if I knew?

But what followed made it clear why Betty wasn’t afraid.

Holding the ring, she turned her gaze towards Michael’s room, looking at his door.

Her expression was complex; she believed Michael had given her the diamond ring.

Since he was the last to enter, she assumed he had secretly placed the ring in the shoe cabinet to surprise her.

Betty, knowing her jewels, recognized the authenticity of the diamond ring.

As for whether Michael could afford such a ring, she couldn’t be sure.

After all, I had told her that Michael’s mother had left him a substantial sum before she passed, but I hadn’t disclosed whether he had any savings of his own.

Underneath the ring box was a folded piece of paper, which Betty looked at with a complicated expression.

On this special day, she hadn’t received a gift from her husband but from her son instead.

Her face showed emotion, but it was mostly a mix of complexity and sorrow, thinking things were getting too deep.

Her face was a mask of conflict and fear.

Betty just stared at the folded paper, not daring to pick it up or unfold it, perhaps thinking it was a love letter from Michael.

What she didn’t know was that the paper was an appointment letter from my company...

Betty stared at the paper for a long time, seemingly afraid of it because she didn’t know what it said or what Michael had told her.

Perhaps she feared seeing something she didn’t want to see, something that would further entangle her already confused heart.

After a long contemplation, Betty sighed.

Regardless of what was written, she had to face reality.

Looking at the diamond ring in her hand, her expression was again complex.

Suddenly, a sharp, clear sound echoed in the quiet night—it was the sound of glass breaking.

In the living room, where only Betty was present, Michael, startled by the noise while resting in his bedroom, rushed out naked.

Opening the door, he saw Betty standing by the shoe cabinet.

She held a piece of paper in one hand, and beneath her feet was a puddle of water and shattered glass.

Betty’s face was pale, eerily calm, with a noticeable small cut on her leg from the broken glass.

A faint trace of blood flowed down, stark against her pale leg, but Betty seemed oblivious, her eyes fixed on the paper in her hand.

Before Michael had come out, Betty had pondered for a long time and then placed the ring on the shoe cabinet.

Then, she took a sip of water, perhaps trying to calm her nerves.

After drinking, she picked up the paper, which was not folded and just placed on the shoe cabinet.

Turning the paper over, Betty glanced at it, her face showing a mix of confusion and surprise.

The bold red header and the logo of an appointment letter were there, but the content was brief.

It took Betty less than two seconds to understand the meaning of the appointment letter.

After a moment of confusion, she suddenly froze, her face turning pale and her body beginning to tremble.

The hand holding the glass slowly lost its strength, and the glass slipped from her grasp, crashing to the floor and awakening Michael, who had been reminiscing in his bedroom.