There was a silence between them after that.
Mai watched Michael's right hand, who was on the gearshift. His hand looked very strong, with the veins popping out as if he could crush anything.
Mai shuddered.
She had a bad experience with a strong man. She knew that men were physically stronger than women, which scared her so much.
The helpless feeling of being pinned down by a man traumatized her to the point that she hated all men with this military-style, strong body type.
The red tints on her face vanished, and she became pale as she imagined that hand crushing her petite body.
Her heartbeat began to race, but not in a good way. She swallowed her saliva a few times to calm herself down, but it only scared her even more, each time she tried it.
Michael shifted the gear to drive faster since this Lombard cafe was actually not in downtown Los Angeles. It was quite far.
