Isabel Smith had felt fear when those men had nearly defiled her, but now, as she watched Percy Stanton approach, there was a chill of fear in her heart, a deep dread.
She had seen Percy truly lose his mind once, on the night she and Henry Maxwell were together, when he had rammed his car into Henry's. At that time, she found Percy to be a stranger.
But at that time, Percy had clearly shown an angry expression.
Now, however, this Percy had a calm expression on his face, looking no different than usual. Even in such a lamp-lit, glass-decorated private booth, his demeanor appeared to be tinged with tenderness.
Yet there was a hint of murderous intent in his eyes, looking down on her.
This kind of Percy made one feel breathless.
Finally, when Percy stood in front of her, Isabel dared not even take a breath. She instinctively felt a heavy oppressive feeling enveloping her body, making her tremble uncontrollably.