After Divorce She Becomes the Billionaire Heiress (Sylvia and Cyril) novel Chapter 142

Chapter 142 Distress

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Chapter 142 Distress

Cyril quickly pressed all the buttons for ev. loor in the elevator, half crouching against the elevator wall, tightly holding Sylvia. The elevator was descending rapidly, showing no signs of stopping. Suddenly, there was a loud bang, and the elevator reached the bottom, shaking violently.

The elevator seemed to have deformed, making it impossible for Cyril to open it. As he reached for his phone to call the maintenance company, he felt the woman in his arms clutching onto his waist tightly.

Sylvia’s reaction was definitely off. Cyril paused, putting his phone away and embracing Sylvia, gently patting her back.

“Don’t be afraid, I’m here.”

After all these years together, Cyril had never realized just how afraid Sylvia was of enclosed

spaces.

He could feel Sylvia trembling in fear, clutching onto him tighter. Cyril held her waist firmly, feeling a pang of pain, but he ignored it, keeping Sylvia close.

Sylvia couldn’t even speak anymore.

When she was a child, playing hide and seek with her brothers, she locked herself in the basement. Her brothers couldn’t find her all day, and since then, she developed a fear of enclosed spaces. Now, she was terrified of this mercenary environment, so the company had installed a glass elevator specifically for her.

After undergoing psychological intervention and desensitization therapy, she could tolerate riding elevators, but only if there were other people inside to suppress her fear. But encountering such an accident with Cyril in the elevator was unexpected.

Sylvia didn’t know what she had grabbed in the darkness, but she held onto Cyril tightly, as if he were her lifeline. She could feel Cyril holding her too, but she couldn’t hear his words anymore, only a buzzing sound in her ears.

The next moment, she suddenly felt warmth on her lips and widened her eyes, meeting Cyril’s gaze in the darkness.

Cyril’s method was somewhat effective; her attention was quickly diverted by his dominant kiss, and she couldn’t focus on the strange situation in the elevator.

After what seemed like an eternity, Cyril finally let go of Sylvia, holding her again in his

but this time, they were seated in the elevator, enveloped in each other’s embrace.

arms, 

Sylvia now resembleu a

“Talk to me, distract yourself, okay?”

Sylvia was torn. On one hand, she was repelled by Cyril, but on the other, she was terrified of