Chapter 673
To get a better grip of Marcusâs hand, Comelia intentionally positioned herself to his right, while Ben was to his left. This way even when he turned on his phoneâs flashlight, the light was half blocked by Marcusâs 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 weâre stuck around the 35th floor. This ainât good but it ainât that bad either. But if the elevator decides to take another nosedive, we might be in for some real dangerâ
Though what Ben said was a long shot Cornelia instinctively lightened her grip on Marcusâs hand. If something did happen today and they couldnât become a real couple in this world, they could still be together in heaven That didnât sound loo shabby
But 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, âPresident Hartley, can you talk to me?â
Marcusâs 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 werenât relieved in time, the consequences could be dire
Cornelia wouldnât 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 Marcusâs symptoms didnât seem to alleviate. Cornelia called out in a panic, âPresident Hartley, hold me!â
Ben thought Cornelia was scared and that was why she was hugging Marcus. He didnât mind her hugging him given the circumstances. He was just worried that the germaphobe President would hold Cornelia accountable later, âCornelia. If youâre scared, I donât mind if you hug me.â
Cornelia ignored him.
Ben didnât dare to shine the flashlight on Marcusâs face, but he could vaguely see his expression under the dim light. Marcus looked terrible.
Ben figured if Cornelia didnât let go soon, the President might just pick her up and toss her away like a rag doll.
One second, two secondsâ¦
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 Corneliaâs lips, as if he wanted to devour her
Ben was taken aback.
What the heck was going on?
Shouldnât 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.
Marcusâs kiss came too suddenly, and Cornelia was completely caught off guard.
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