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Chapter 673
To get a better grip of Marcus’s hand, Comelia intentionally positioned herself to his right, while Ben was to his left.
This way even when he turned on his phone’s flashlight, the light was half blocked by Marcus’s towering figure,
preventing Ben from seeing their lightly clasped hands
Swinging his phone around to survey their situation, Ben finally concluded Tresident Hartley, seems like we’re stuck
around the 35th floor. This ain’t good but it ain’t that bad either. But if the elevator decides to take another
nosedive, we might be in for some real danger”
Though what Ben said was a long shot Cornelia instinctively lightened her grip on Marcus’s hand. If something did
happen today and they couldn’t become a real couple in this world, they could still be together in heaven That
didn’t sound loo shabby
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtBut Marcus remained silent Cornelia could hear his rapid breathing and feel his hand getting sweatier and colder
His hand was as cold as ice. Cornelia asked, “President Hartley, can you talk to me?”
Marcus’s reaction seemed like claustrophobia.
Cornelia knew about this. She knew that claustrophobia was often related to traumatic experiences in childhood
Marcus had had some rough patches in his childhood and had been psychologically hurt. His mental issues might
have always been there, and he just suppressed them with a strong will, making him appear no different from
anyone else
Like now he was just standing there, rigid and cold, like a piece of ice sculpture.
Patients with this condition might experience fear, anxiety, rapid breathing, accelerated heart rate, and cold sweat
in confined spaces. Some might even have hallucinations of being harmed, and in severe cases, might suffocate. If
his symptoms weren’t relieved in time, the consequences could be dire
Cornelia wouldn’t allow this to happen. She had to find a way to help him.
Without thinking about blowing her cover. She lunged at Marcus, hugging him tightly, trying to warm him with her
own body temperature and reassure him with her presence that he had nothing to fear.
But Marcus’s symptoms didn’t seem to alleviate. Cornelia called out in a panic, “President Hartley, hold me!”
Ben thought Cornelia was scared and that was why she was hugging Marcus. He didn’t mind her hugging him given
the circumstances. He was just worried that the germaphobe President would hold Cornelia accountable later,
“Cornelia. If you’re scared, I don’t mind if you hug me.”
Cornelia ignored him.
Ben didn’t dare to shine the flashlight on Marcus’s face, but he could vaguely see his expression under the dim
light. Marcus looked terrible.
Ben figured if Cornelia didn’t let go soon, the President might just pick her up and toss her away like a rag doll.
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One second, two seconds…
Just as he thought, it happened. He watched as Marcus lifted Cornelia up with his strong arms, hands firmly
supporting her buttocks, then pressed her against the elevator wall
Next thing he knew, Marcus bent his head down, like a beast finding Cornelia’s lips, as if he wanted to devour her
Ben was taken aback.
What the heck was going on?
Shouldn’t the President be pushing Cornelia away?
Why the hell was he holding and kissing her instead?
When Ben was staring, Marcus suddenly shot him a glance That look was so sinister it sent chills down his spine,
scaring him into averting his eyes and not daring to look
again.
Marcus’s kiss came too suddenly, and Cornelia was completely caught off guard.
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