Hidden Desires - Family Secrets-Chapter 265 Michael’s eyes remained fixed on Betty Part4

At that moment, Michael stood there, clad only in his underwear, his upper body bare and a plate in his hand.

His excitement was unmistakable, evidenced by the prominent tent his arousal had pitched in his briefs, marked by a distinct wet spot where his tip had made contact.

Michael’s manhood was exceptionally thick and long, straining against the small fabric of his underwear.

The tightness caused his dark, dense pubic hair, the sides of his testicles, and the lower shaft to peek out from the sides of his briefs.

Betty walked in just then, catching a full, unobstructed view, and let out a startled gasp.

They stood there, face to face, both completely unprepared for the situation.

"Ah..." After a few seconds of stunned silence, Betty gasped again, though softer this time, and quickly turned her back to Michael.

Her cheeks flushed a deep red, and from behind, her reddened earlobes and the back of her neck were visible.

Michael snapped back to reality, hurriedly placing the plate on the table and rushing to his bedroom to scramble into his clothes.

He hadn’t expected Betty to return so suddenly, nor had I anticipated it.

Once she heard the bedroom door close, Betty finally breathed a sigh of relief, patting her ample chest.

During those silent seconds, her gaze had been fixed on Michael’s bulging underwear, the contours and the wet mark revealing its formidable size.

Perhaps in that moment, Betty realized that Michael’s endowment seemed even more impressive than before, more appealing to women.

It’s no wonder Betty had stared so intently at Michael’s groin; it was the source of her shock, a natural human reaction.

Even though she knew she should have looked away immediately, the suddenness of the situation had stunned her into a few seconds of frozen observation.

"Mom, why did you come back all of a sudden?" Michael, now dressed in pajamas and pants, emerged from the bedroom and spoke as if nothing had happened.

Unbeknownst to Betty, Michael, though surprised, had a mysterious smile on his face after entering his bedroom.

He hadn’t expected Betty’s sudden return, but this coincidence had allowed her to witness his manhood.

Especially considering how Betty had stared in shock, it seemed to satisfy Michael greatly, feeding his male ego.

Perhaps Michael had always considered how to subtly show off his assets to Betty, but had never found the right moment.

Now, this incident had served his purpose perfectly, and he couldn’t be blamed for the cause.

After changing, he looked up as if thanking the heavens for this twist of fate.

"Oh, you were home alone, and I was worried you might be hungry since you don’t cook, so I came back to make you some food..." Betty still stood in place, her cheeks still flushed, unsure how to face Michael, knowing her expression was far from normal and she couldn’t yet regain her composure.

Betty’s concern was valid; two years ago, Michael couldn’t cook at all, always eating with Betty at school.

Now that he was no longer in school and living alone, who else but Betty could help him with meals?

"It’s okay, Mom, I’ve been living on my own in Singapore, and I’ve learned to take care of myself. Cooking? It’s a piece of cake for me. I’ve made lunch already, why don’t you join me? I made extra just in case."

After hearing Betty’s words, Michael smiled slightly and spoke normally, then headed back into the kitchen, giving Betty some time to compose herself.

After Michael returned to the kitchen to busy himself, Betty finally let out a sigh of relief.

She walked over to the sofa, shedding her coat and scarf, taking deep breaths to calm herself down.

The scene she had walked into was so unexpected, leaving her face tinged with self-reproach and regret.

She should have called ahead, she thought, feeling both embarrassed and shy about facing Michael in such a compromising situation.

As a woman, she felt her skin was much thinner than a man’s.

"Mom, let’s eat..." Michael announced as he brought out the last dish, surprisingly a steak and other Western-style dishes.

The simplicity and nutritious nature of the meal seemed almost ironic given the unintended charged atmosphere, adding an unintentional touch of sophistication.

"Oh... okay..." Betty turned to join him at the dining table, her eyes carefully avoiding Michael’s.

Though she tried to appear natural, her expression was riddled with awkwardness.

"Michael, I’m sorry, I should have called before coming back..." After a few bites, Betty felt the need to address the elephant in the room, hoping to dissolve the awkwardness since they would be alone together for several more days.

"It’s okay, Mom, it’s not like you haven’t seen it before..." Michael casually replied with a fork in hand, his comment dropping like a bomb and silencing the table.

He paused, realizing he might have stirred the pot unintentionally—or perhaps not.

"I’m sorry, Mom, I..." Michael was the first to recover, his face filled with genuine embarrassment and apology, showing no trace of pretense.

"It’s... it’s okay, let’s just eat..." Betty managed a nervous laugh, her voice tense.

After that, they resumed eating, but the atmosphere had shifted to a quieter tone.

Both kept their heads down, occasionally glancing up only to accidentally meet each other’s eyes before quickly looking away again.

Michael seemed more composed, while Betty appeared slightly flustered, an unusual tension hanging between them.

Michael’s calm demeanor suggested he was in control, despite the minor mishaps.

His sharp wit and composure seemed to surpass Betty’s, despite her being more than a decade his senior.

Observing this, I harbored no doubts about Betty’s capitulation; it seemed inevitable.

The meal ended in an oddly quiet atmosphere, and Betty left for work after saying goodbye to Michael.

Once she was out the door and it closed behind her, Michael stood at the doorway, stretching lazily, a relaxed smile on his face.

The lunch had been quite unique, a real Western meal prepared by Michael, intended to be enjoyed alone but unexpectedly shared with Betty.

The only thing missing was a bottle of red wine, which would have made it a perfect candlelit dinner.

Most importantly, Michael had once again confirmed Betty’s attitude.

What he had seen last night on the surveillance, and now Betty’s reaction upon entering the door, had been vividly displayed before him.

Betty’s expression had said it all, especially her initial focus on Michael’s lower region, which spoke volumes without words, leaving it to Michael to interpret.

On the other hand, I believed that once outside, Betty would have breathed a huge sigh of relief, though those expressions and emotions were merely my speculation, unseen.

After standing at the door for a while, Michael moved back to the kitchen to clean up.

He was very diligent, perhaps intentionally so, to leave a good impression on Betty.

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Once done, Michael returned to his bedroom, staring at his laptop screen which had been on for nearly 24 hours.

The screen saver was the only thing visible, and while it was unclear what he was thinking about, it was likely not wholesome, as evidenced by the tent forming in his sleep pants once again.