Mysterious Little Wife

Chapter 6 Stuck.

Never would Lacey ever imagine that the lift would get stuck that day. Of a sudden, the tiny space went

pitch black.

"What's going on here!"

"I'm scared!"

"What are you all yelling about? Turn on your mobile flashlight and ring the bell!"

Amidst the screams, some kept their cool. A man turned on his phone's torch and made his way to the

emergency bell.

Soon after, a comforting voice came from the other side. "Calm down, everyone. We're currently

arranging for repairs. Please be patient as you await the rescue."

Despite the crowd's slight relief, the inner panic they felt from the darkness remained. There was even

a constant whisper of discontent.

Feeling concerned, Asa asked, "Mr. Garrison, are you all right?"

Sam shook his head and replied, "It's no big deal."

Lacey, on the other hand, was looking a little worse for wear. There was no telling how long the lift

would take to fix. What if her mother suddenly woke up and couldn't find her?

While Lacey was in the middle of her worry, someone gave her a push. "What are you doing in the

way? Move aside! I'm about to collide with the door!" A man yelled.

Before Lacey could retort, the man pushed her so hard that she clashed with the person next to her.

At once, she lowered her head and apologized. She then turned around and shouted at the man who

had pushed her. "Why did you push me? Are you liable if someone gets hurt?"

However, there was a lot of grumbling around the lift. Her voice was muffled, and her questions went

unanswered.

It was at this moment a silvery voice rang out above her head. "Miss, you're stepping on my foot."

The man sounded pleasant, yet at the same time, cold.

Startled, Lacey hastily withdrew her foot.

No wonder she felt like she'd stepped on something.

"My bad, I'll wipe it for you." No sooner had Lacey said this than she realized the lift was so cramped

inside that she couldn't bend down at all.

"It doesn't matter. I'm fine." Despite the darkness in the lift, she sensed the man was avoiding her.

Lacey came to a complete stop. And just after she apologized once more, she frowned.

Though the man didn't speak much, his voice sounded familiar. It was like she had heard it somewhere

before. She even seemed to like the sound of it.

"Look out!" A hand wrapped around her waist just as she was pondering. Before she had time to

dodge, a loud "clunk" came from the lift. The giant box, made of steel, trembled. Fortunately, Lacey

managed to keep her pace by relying on the hand around her waist.

It was that man again. Lacey recognized the voice.

"Everyone, please stay calm. We are currently undergoing maintenance." Amidst the horrific screams

coming from the lift, the voice of reassurance came over the loudspeaker again.

Lacey's tension eased as a result. "Thanks." She said to Sam after regaining her footing.

Sam nodded and lowered his head slightly. However, just as he was about to release his hand, he

frowned. His hand stalled once more.

"Sir? You can let go of me now." Lacey reminded.

As grateful as she was that he'd helped her, being held by a stranger didn't feel comfortable.

"Don't move!" Though Sam sounded calm, his tone carried a slight ripple and a strong command.

Frightened, Lacey didn't dare to move. "What's going on? Is the lift about to—"

Before she could finish her sentence with a shudder, a warm touch had burrowed its way down her

neck and into her shirt.

"You smell familiar." Sam spoke in the darkness. Lacey could feel him brushing up against her cheek.

The two were so close that it was as if he'd kiss her if he lowered his head any further.

Lacey took a step back and tried to break free of his arms. "I don't understand what you're talking

about!" She exclaimed as she struggled to free herself.

What a strange man!

"You smell nice. It's creamy and one-of-a-kind." Instead of letting go of Lacey, Sam clung to her even Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

tighter.

The force he used on her was familiar, and so was the conversation.

It was then that Lacey suddenly recalled the whisper in her ear that night. "You smell nice. It's creamy

and one-of-a-kind," were the same lines spoken by the man she'd slept with.

What a minute—

Lacey's eyes widened in astonishment.

It was him!