I Ctrl+Alt+Deleted My Ex and Ctrl+C'd His Uncle novel Chapter 33

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**Through Silent Meadows We Trace Stories Left Behind Yesterday by Asa Rowan Flint**
**Chapter 33**

In the quiet of the room, Marcus remained silent, his hands gently kneading Sophie’s abdomen with a tenderness that spoke volumes. The warmth radiating from his palm seeped into her skin, creating a soothing sensation that spread through her body like a gentle wave. As the tension in her furrowed brows began to dissipate, a soft blush crept onto her cheeks, replacing the pallor that had previously dominated her features.

“You always seem so cold… didn’t expect your hands to be this warm,” she remarked, her voice a mixture of surprise and relief.

“Mm,” Marcus responded, his tone almost indifferent, yet there was an underlying warmth in his demeanor that belied his usual stoic nature.

Sophie couldn’t help but think to herself—yes, he truly was cold in many ways, but in this moment, he was a comforting presence.

Just then, Zack entered the room, his eyes widening at the sight before him: Marcus, the ever-serious man, was seated beside the bed, his brow furrowed in a rare display of concern as he gently massaged Sophie’s belly. It was a sight that was both unexpected and heartwarming.

“Ahem… am I interrupting something?” Zack’s voice broke the silence, laced with a hint of awkwardness.

Marcus shot him a frosty glare, an expression that could silence even the most boisterous of friends. Zack felt the weight of that gaze and immediately fell silent, hurrying over to Sophie’s side, his medical instincts kicking in.

“Let me examine Miss Chandler first,” he said, his tone shifting to one of professionalism.

After a thorough checkup, Zack’s brows knitted together in concern, forming a deep crease on his forehead. “Miss Chandler! I’ve told you repeatedly to rest! Why are you still working through the night? The first trimester is the most unstable—do you even care about the baby’s life?” His voice rose slightly, a mixture of frustration and worry.

Sophie’s heart sank at his words, the gravity of the situation hitting her like a cold wave. “The baby… is it okay?” she whispered, her voice trembling with anxiety.