Chapter 673


    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 shlight, the light was half blocked by


    Marcus’s towering figure, preventing Ben from seeing their lightly sped 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 be 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?”


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    Marcus’s reaction seemed like ustrophobia.


    Cornelia knew about this. She knew that ustrophobia was often rted 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, elerated 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 ountableter, “Cornelia. If you’re scared, I don’t mind if you hug me.”


    Cornelia ignored him.


    Ben didn’t dare to shine the shlight 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 nce 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 waspletely caught off guard.