I Ctrl+Alt+Deleted My Ex and Ctrl+C'd His Uncle novel Chapter 21

**Chapter 21**

“What fragrance are you wearing in the car, Mr. Morgan?” Sophie inquired, her curiosity piqued.

“None at all,” Marcus replied, his tone straightforward, yet it carried an air of mystery.

“No way,” she insisted, her nose twitching as she leaned in closer, almost instinctively. “I can definitely detect something…”

Just then, Zack made a sudden, sharp turn, catching Sophie off guard.

Before she could brace herself, she stumbled and found herself tumbling directly into Marcus’s side.

In that fleeting moment, the crisp, refreshing scent enveloped her, wrapping around her like a comforting embrace.

It was as if the world outside had faded away, and all that mattered was the intoxicating aroma that filled her senses.

“Sophie,” Marcus’s voice floated down to her, a warning laced within the depths of his tone.

Startled, she straightened up, her heart racing.

Their eyes locked for a brief, electrifying moment.

There was something complex and unreadable in Marcus’s gaze, a depth that felt both alluring and perilous, reminiscent of the vast ocean under a stormy sky.

Heat rushed to her cheeks, igniting them in a vibrant shade of crimson.

“The scent on you seems to ease my nausea,” Marcus finally confessed, his voice steady yet filled with unspoken tension. “That’s why I…”

He didn’t pull away immediately; instead, he continued to gaze at her, his expression a puzzle she couldn’t decipher.

“There’s actual science behind this,” Zack interjected from the front seat, breaking the charged silence. “After moments of physical intimacy, women can become chemically sensitive to a man’s pheromones.”

Sophie felt her face burn even hotter, mortification washing over her. She wished she could disappear, to hide from the weight of their shared moment.

“Drive,” Marcus commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument.

The atmosphere in the car shifted, thick with an awkward silence that felt almost tangible.

“Sophie, why were you riding with my uncle? Since when have you two become so close?” His frown deepened as he took in the sight of Marcus’s car.

The memory of Liam’s earlier attitude made Sophie feel a wave of nausea wash over her.

“We ran into each other on the way,” she replied coolly, attempting to brush past him.

But Liam stepped into her path, blocking her escape. “Are you still upset? I admit I overreacted earlier, but I wasn’t trying to be harsh. Let’s set a wedding date first, and then we can discuss Liora.”

“Marriage and Liora are two completely separate matters,” she retorted, frustration bubbling beneath the surface.

Determined to move past him, she tried to sidestep, but Liam’s grip tightened around her hand.

“Sophie, I…” he started, his voice softer, almost pleading.

“If you’re not coming in, then move,” came Marcus’s voice from behind, cutting through the tension like a knife. His tone was icy, filled with impatience.

Sophie felt a rush of relief at his interruption, grateful for the escape he offered from the awkward confrontation.