Impulsive Vow to an Enigmatic Husband (END) novel 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 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?