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
the environment. In such conflicting emotions, she had to choose Cyril, who she could
relatively accept.
“What should I talk about?” Sylvia’s voice trembled, but she tried to suppress her fear, knowing that distracting herself was the only way to cope.
She felt somewhat grateful for undergoing desensitization therapy all these years; otherwise, she wouldn’t know how to handle this situation.
“These years have been tough on you.”
After a moment of silence, Cyril suddenly spoke. He didn’t know what to say to Sylvia, what topics she might be interested in. At this moment, he realized how little he knew about her.
He didn’t know what Sylvia liked, what her favorite food was, or where she liked to go.
At this moment, Cyril had to admit that he knew nothing about Sylvia.
“I feel aggrieved too.” In a different situation, Sylvia probably wouldn’t utter such words. She was a strong person who would never admit to being wronged.
But now, in this situation, she couldn’t control herself.
“I’ve been waiting for you day after day, hoping you’d turn back to see me, to see my true feelings for you. When I married you, I didn’t use any tricks or rely on past favors. I,never mentioned those things I did to save you because I didn’t want you to develop feelings for me based on that. But you never gave me a chance. Over the years, you’ve made me suffer all the grievances from my childhood to adulthood.”
As Sylvia poured out her grievances, her voice trembled, choking up. Cyril didn’t say anything, just holding her tightly.
Yes, these years had indeed been tough on Sylvia. If given another chance, she would never want to be associated with him again. And he knew he would seize the opportunity to get to know her better, to change their relationship.
“Would you give me another chance? I don’t just want to compensate you. During this time, I’ve realized my true feelings for you. I’ve been attracted to you for a long time, but I didn’t want to admit it so easily.”
Yes, proud people never wanted to admit that they had feelings for someone after being
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manipulated. Cyril was no different. He had never really had much affection for Karina, either.
He just wanted to emphasize his lack of interest in Sylvia, using this facade to hide the fact that he was falling for her.
Unfortunately, by the time he realized it, it seemed to be too late.
It might be too much to say such words now, but Cyril didn’t want to wait any longer.
Sylvia didn’t reply. Though she felt aggrieved and had poured out her heart, she remained rational, not giving in.
Giving another chance meant risking getting hurt again, perhaps even worse than before.
So she didn’t want to take another step forward. As for her relationship with Cyril, it was fine the way it was.