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
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, “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.
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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