Love on the Fast Track (Derek and Norah)

Chapter 716

Chapter 716:

“Mr. Scott,” she pleaded, her voice trembling, “can I lean on you for a moment? I'm terrified.”

Sean turned to face her, his gaze taking in her pale complexion and the nervous tremor in her hands. He couldn't

be sure whether it was genuine fear or a calculated ploy.

“I apologize,” he replied evenly. “But I'm not comfortable with close physical contact. My girlfriend would be

rather jealous, don’t you think?”

His words held a sincerity that couldn't be faked.

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Lola, trapped in the confined space, couldn't help but envy his girlfriend. Even in this situation, his thoughts were

with her.

“The alarm’s already been activated,” Sean assured Lola, his voice calm and collected. “We just need to wait for

the rescue team. Panicking won't help, and trying to escape on our own could make things worse.”

He spoke with the practiced ease of someone familiar with elevator mishaps. Panic was a luxury they couldn't

afford. The lights flickered and went out, plunging them into complete darkness.

The only sounds were their ragged breaths and the frantic thump of their hearts.

Lola instinctively shuffled away, her voice barely a whisper in the suffocating blackness. “Mr. Scott? Where are

you?” As her eyes slowly adjusted to the gloom, she could make out his silhouette.

She took a step closer, intending to lean against his broad chest for comfort. But before she could make contact,

Sean's hand shot out, firmly but gently stopping her. “Hold on,” he cautioned. “Stay still.”

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“I have night blindness,” she blurted out before he could question her. “I tripped accidentally.”

Lola grasped his hand tightly, seeking solace in its warmth and size. But before she could savor the feeling, he

pulled away, his touch fleeting.

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“Ms. Quinn,” he said, his voice low, “it’s best if you remain still. Movement could cause the elevator to shift.” He

chose to explain calmly rather than raise his voice in frustration.

Lola, emboldened by the darkness that concealed her actions, nodded but persisted. “I understand, but I'm truly

scared.” As the elevator lurched again, a choked sob escaped her lips. “Mr. Scott, please,” she pleaded, her voice

trembling, “just hold my hand. It’s pitch black in here.”

It was a performance, a carefully crafted act designed to provoke a protective response. She had used

vulnerability before, and it had always worked on men.

But Sean remained unmoved. “There's no need,” he replied evenly. “The handrail is there for a reason.”

His calm refusal left Lola feeling frustrated. Two attempts, and neither had yielded the desired result. Thankfully,

the elevator repair crew arrived swiftly. Within fifteen minutes, they were free.