Chapter 121 Almost Could Not Climax

• Michael was on the verge of flying into a rage, and I wondered if his fist was going to land on me the very next second. The intensity of his anger was palpable, and the air around us seemed to thicken with tension. My heart raced, and I could feel the blood draining from my face as fear began to creep in.
• I had initially thought that, despite his hot-tempered and indifferent nature, Michael was a man with some degree of chivalry—a man who, no matter how furious, would draw the line at hitting women. But the incident at the police station earlier had shattered that belief. I had seen him hit a woman with my own eyes, and his words afterward, about not having any qualms about hitting women, echoed ominously in my mind. The thought that I could be his next victim made my stomach churn.
• The ferociousness of this man was beyond anything I could have imagined. His anger was like a storm—unpredictable, violent, and utterly terrifying. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t scared. My body stiffened, and I blanched in horror, unable to do anything but shake my head in a daze, hoping that this small gesture might somehow placate him.