Hidden Desires - Family Secrets-Chapter 273 - Michael’s patience is slowly fading Part4

As the sound of the bathroom door locking echoed through the house, Michael, who had been sweeping the floor, instantly looked up.

His eyes fixed on the firmly shut bathroom door, his expression no longer the casual one he had when Betty first entered.

Now, his gaze was fierce, teeth clenched in a grimace of anger and pain.

His hands gripped the broom and dustpan so tightly that they creaked under the pressure, a clear sign of the turmoil within him.

Michael stared at the door for a long time, lost in his painful thoughts, only snapping back to reality when the sound of running water reached his ears.

He took a deep breath and quickly finished cleaning the house.

After tidying up the rooms, Michael returned to his own bedroom, his demeanor eerily calm, as if nothing had happened.

It felt like the calm before a storm.

I sensed that Michael was like a lion lying quietly on the ground, his eyes calmly watching prey just beyond the bushes.

Once he locked onto his target, he would leap up and attack, roaring as he opened his jaws wide.

And in this scenario, Michael was the lion, and Betty in the bathroom was his prey.

He had her in his sights, just not yet fully targeted.

Once he did, he would pounce.

Back in his bedroom, Michael pulled a box from under his bed.

He took out a bottle and then a syringe.

Was he planning to drug Betty with a hallucinogen or a sedative?

Was his intention not to assault her but to drug her instead?

My heart started racing, my grip on the mouse tightening as if I might crush it.

But then, what was the point of being nervous now?

The outcome was already known, and any current worries were both ridiculous and futile.

Michael carried the syringe and the vial to the living room, then took out a plate of incense.

This incense was specifically for use in a burner, a special gift he had brought back for Betty and me.

I had seen such burners on TV before, styled like ancient artifacts, filled with a spiral-shaped incense known for its calming effects and ability to treat insomnia.

It was quite expensive.

Every time we came home, Michael would light it for Betty and me.

The room would fill with a gentle fragrance, soothing and not at all overpowering, relaxing our minds.

It had become a nightly ritual for us, with Betty lighting it every evening after work until bedtime.

Michael drew some liquid from the vial with the syringe and sprayed it evenly onto the incense, from the top of the spiral to the bottom.

The liquid was clear and colorless, seeping into the incense without leaving a trace.

If you didn't look closely, you'd never notice it.

After placing the incense in the burner and lighting it, the burner began to emit a thin stream of white smoke.

Having finished his preparations, Michael hurried back to his bedroom, put the syringe and vial back in the box, and then poured some powdered substance from another bottle into his mouth.

Now, even a fool could understand what was happening.

The liquid Michael had sprayed on the incense was undoubtedly some kind of drug, perhaps a sedative or an aphrodisiac.

When burned with the incense, it would be inhaled and take effect.

The powder Michael had just swallowed must be an antidote, ensuring that while Betty would react to the drug, he would not.

Seeing those vials, the liquid, and the powder, it was clear they were crudely made, not like those produced by legitimate pharmaceutical companies.

At least the vials looked like they were meant for lab use, and there were no instructions or labels on the liquid.

These drugs were either purchased online or brought from abroad by Michael, definitely not through legal channels.

But these illegal drugs were often much more potent, as their makers cared little for the user's health, focusing only on the effects.

Michael's method was cunning indeed, drugging Betty instead of assaulting her directly.

Although it's still a form of rape, at least it wouldn't physically harm her during the process.

However, the potential side effects of the drug on Betty were a concern.

Michael had waited days before resorting to this method, perhaps worried about the consequences unless absolutely necessary.

If I had to choose between drugging and force, I'd reluctantly prefer Michael use drugs.

It's ironic, considering I'm Betty's husband, yet here I am, making this helpless choice for her.

I couldn't smell the incense through the surveillance, but the living room was undoubtedly filled with its aroma.

After setting the box aside, Michael returned to the living room and started mopping the floor.

His eyes darted between the incense burner and the bathroom door, his face tense with worry and fear.

Perhaps he was concerned about the drug's effectiveness and whether his plan would succeed.

He seemed to be using the physical labor to distract himself.

Then, the sound of running water in the bathroom stopped.

Betty had finished her shower and was drying off her body while Michael continued to meticulously clean every corner of the living room.

The incense burner on the TV stand gently emitted wisps of white smoke.

With a click, the bathroom door opened, and Betty emerged wearing a modest nightgown, her slender, pale legs peeking out beneath the hem, her feet adorned with pink slippers that showcased her pristine feet.

"Ah, it smells wonderful... I've always loved the scent from this burner. I saw these in old movies and never paid much attention, but it's really quite nice. After work, smelling this just melts away the fatigue," Betty said as she stepped out of the bathroom, toweling off her hair and inhaling the fragrant air.

"I guessed as much, so I lit it a bit earlier today. That way, the scent fills the room by the time you're done with your bath," Michael replied, his head down as he mopped.

When Betty immediately brought up the incense, Michael paused, his body stiffening.

No wonder—he had just tampered with the incense, and her immediate inquiry must have frightened him.

Guilty consciences do that.

However, he quickly recovered, avoiding eye contact with Betty, perhaps fearful of giving himself away.

These past few days, it was usually Betty who would light the incense upon returning home, then start cooking and tidying up.

But since I was away on a business trip, she seemed a bit distracted and wouldn't light the incense until after her bath, then she'd sit on the couch, watch TV, and relax, enjoying the post-bath ease brought by the incense.

Michael had been particularly attentive these days, always making sure the incense was lit before Betty got home so that she'd be greeted by its scent.

But today, he broke his routine, waiting until after her bath to light it.

He was waiting for this moment, hoping for an opportunity that wouldn't require such drastic measures.

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His recent habit of lighting the incense was likely a preparation for today, making it a familiar and unsuspected part of their routine.

"You go ahead and shower; I'll finish up here," Betty said, settling on the sofa, continuing to dry her hair and flipping through TV channels.

"Okay, sure..." Michael put down the mop and almost fled to the bathroom.

With a click, the door closed behind him, and Betty sighed as she changed the channel.

These past nights, her mind had been restless, stirred into self-pleasure by Michael's provocations, climaxing each night regardless of intensity.

Now, she found it increasingly difficult to face Michael, her interactions with him growing more and more strained, yet she forced herself to act naturally, constantly adjusting her demeanor.

Just like her casual inquiry about the incense upon leaving the bathroom—it was an attempt to find a neutral topic to ease the daily awkwardness and the persistent desires troubling her heart.

Inside the bathroom, the sound of Michael showering filled the space, while Betty sat on the sofa, watching a TV program.

The incense burner on the TV stand continued to emit its white smoke, slowly filling every corner of the room...