I set my phone down, collapsing into the chair, while on the screen, the two were slowly sinking into a whirl of passion.
Michael had clearly heard Betty’s final words to me over the phone.
When Betty rejected me, Michael’s head bowed, a smirk creeping across his face, the smirk of a victor, especially after Betty sent that message.
He then resumed his thrusts, the sound of flesh smacking against flesh echoing as his hips collided with Betty’s buttocks.
As Michael’s hands lifted her shirt, Betty cooperated by pulling up her bra, allowing Michael easy access to caress her breasts from behind.
I hadn’t replied to Betty.
If she still cared about me, she would have checked her phone for a message from me, but she didn’t.
Her phone was tossed aside again, her hands bracing against the couch, enduring Michael’s pounding as his thrusting pace and intensity drew moans from her, high and low.
Watching Betty being taken by Michael so intensely, I picked up my camera, feeling a turmoil inside.
I started typing a message to Betty on WeChat, typing many words only to delete them, again and again, words of confrontation that I ultimately realized I didn’t have the courage to send.
Confrontation meant the end, regardless of the reasons.
Finally, I gave up.
I turned on the video recording function of my phone, aiming the camera at the laptop screen, capturing a video of their ongoing sexual encounter. Continue your adventure at Freewebnovel
After everything was done, I turned off the video and unplugged all the power cords.
I knew everything I needed to know; it was time to end this.
I had no reason to stay.
I loaded all the equipment into the van, moving like a zombie, mechanically going through the motions, my face and scalp numb.
After packing everything, more than twenty minutes had passed.
I wondered if they had finished?
Glancing at the time, it was nearly four in the afternoon.
I just stood there, staring at the closed door, lacking even the courage to knock.
I took one last look at the door, then drove the van towards my workplace.
Upon arrival, I exchanged brief greetings with my colleagues and returned all the used equipment to the storeroom.
Of course, I cleared all records of the equipment, and all videos and recordings were formatted.
Yes, I didn’t save anything, because there was no need to.
After everything, it was half-past four in the afternoon.
I drove the van through the streets, unknowingly arriving at Betty’s school just as classes were ending.
Parents were picking up their children, their laughter and chatter filling the air, everything seemed so bright, yet the setting sun to the west made my heart feel desolate.
I pulled out my phone, thinking of calling Betty, but had they finished?
What did it matter to me now?
I dialed Betty’s number, and the phone rang busy.
"Hey, honey... huh..." Betty’s voice came through just as the call was about to disconnect automatically.
Her voice was hoarse, and her breathing was clearly hurried.
Hearing Betty’s raspy voice, it was evident how wildly she had been screaming.
The loud moans had slightly damaged her throat.
It seemed their lovemaking had been intense.
Unfortunately, I had only seen the beginning and not the end, but hearing Betty’s uncontrollable breathing, it seemed they might not have finished yet, or perhaps they were just starting again.
"Feeling tired?" I asked, my voice dripping with sarcasm as I spoke to Betty on the phone.
"Yeah, just moving some stuff..." Betty’s breath had steadied a bit, her voice tinged with tension.
"Oh, still shopping? How long till you’re done?" My tone was icy as I spoke to Betty.
"Um, not sure, honey. Have you eaten anything yet? Hmm..." Betty deflected, seemingly at a loss for words at my question, and at the end of her sentence, she let out a soft moan, barely audible.
If I hadn’t known the scene she was in, I might have missed it.
It seemed they were still engaged in their lovemaking, perhaps that muffled sound was Michael ’playing dirty’ on the other end.
"I haven’t gone home; I’m at your school..." I took a deep breath, the truth on the tip of my tongue, yet I couldn’t bring myself to say it.
"What? Why are you at the school? Didn’t I tell you to go home?" Betty exclaimed, her tone filled with reproach.
I couldn’t tell if her initial cry was from surprise or from Michael’s sudden thrusts.
Now, I couldn’t distinguish anymore.
Betty’s words lacked the usual endearment of ’honey,’ filled instead with complaints.
But did she even have the right to complain at this point?
"Betty, you have fifty minutes to come to the school and meet me..." I issued my ultimatum to Betty, not fully spelling out the stakes.
Was this a final chance for our relationship?
"Honey, what are you talking about? Why do I need to come now? I... I’m not done yet..." Betty stammered, sensing something was off in my tone.
"I’ll be waiting at the school, fifty minutes..." After saying this, I hung up the phone.
Betty kept calling back, but I disconnected each call.
After three or four attempts, she stopped calling.
Perhaps she was already hurrying back, having gathered her things.
I had considered the time limit I gave her; it included time for her to dress and the drive from her location, which was closer to the school than to our house.
Normally, it would take about 35 minutes by car.
So, after hanging up, Betty would have enough time to wash up, dress, and travel, all within fifty minutes.
I glanced at the time, then started timing Betty.
I didn’t enter the school but parked the van across the street, sitting inside and waiting.
Time seemed to crawl by, and I felt incredibly tense, my eyes shifting between the school entrance and my phone.
Had Betty left yet?
Was she on her way, or was she angry and not coming at all?
As the minutes ticked by, and forty minutes had passed, I finally relaxed my tense nerves.
I decided that when Betty arrived, we would have a serious talk, face to face, to control my emotions and understand the whole story.
When forty-five minutes had passed, with less than five minutes left to the time I had set, Betty’s phone call came through again.
I still didn’t answer.
Why not answer the phone?
Because I didn’t want to give Betty any room to maneuver.
I said fifty minutes, and I meant it.
These fifty minutes were to make a decision about our relationship, even though Betty didn’t know the significance of these last five minutes.
I let fate make the choice.
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Betty called three more times, and I didn’t pick up any of them.
My eyes stayed fixed on the school’s entrance.
If Betty was coming back to the school, she had to pass through that gate, and I would definitely see her.
But when fifty minutes had passed, Betty’s figure still hadn’t appeared at the school entrance.
"Maybe I got the time wrong, I’ll wait another ten minutes..." I took a deep breath and reset the timer, but even after ten more minutes, Betty still hadn’t returned.