I Ctrl+Alt+Deleted My Ex and Ctrl+C'd His Uncle novel Chapter 80

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

Before Sophie could fully articulate her thoughts, Marcus shot her a glance that was as frigid as a winter’s night.

Liam, sensing the tension in the air, quickly interjected, “Uncle, you two should talk first. Just call me if you need anything.”

Sophie couldn’t suppress a derisive smirk at Liam’s hasty exit.

He truly had a talent for demonstrating just how “spineless” he could be.

Marcus, noticing the way Sophie’s gaze lingered in the direction of Liam’s retreating figure, felt a surge of irritation wash over him.

“Why did you blacklist me?” His voice was laced with an unmistakable edge of frustration.

He had only just touched down in Washington three hours prior. The sight of a red exclamation mark flashing on his phone had left him momentarily bewildered. It wasn’t until he stumbled upon Liam’s video on social media that the reality of their discussion about wedding plans struck him like a thunderclap.

They had both silently agreed that once Sophie’s father was well again, they would sit down, have a serious conversation, and confirm their feelings for one another.

Yet here he was, watching Sophie blacklisting him while she enthusiastically discussed wedding arrangements with Liam.

Was she toying with him?

“Isn’t Mr. Morgan supposed to be in Washington? Did you come all this way just to ask me that?” Sophie’s tone dripped with nonchalance, as if the matter were trivial.

Marcus’s gaze darkened further. “Tell me, why?”

He had just endured a grueling flight, skipping crucial meetings to rush back here, all to confront her about this.

“Since Liam and I are getting married soon, I think it’s best I limit contact with unrelated men, so I blacklisted you. Is that a problem?” Sophie raised an eyebrow, her eyes darting out the window as if the world outside held more interest than Marcus’s piercing gaze.

She was determined not to let him win this argument.

“Tell me the truth, Sophie.” Marcus’s voice had turned icy, each word heavy with authority.

“This is the truth,” Sophie replied, her voice unwavering.

In a sudden movement, Marcus leaned closer, compelling her to meet his intense gaze as he grasped her chin.

“Sophie, do you truly want to marry Liam?”

Her eyes sparkled with defiance. “Yes!”

In that moment, Marcus’s grip tightened around the glass he held, shattering it under the pressure of his suppressed rage. “Sophie, you really are something!”

His presence was so commanding, so venomous, that it seemed to envelop everything in the room.

Others around them instinctively recoiled, unsure of how to react.

What had Sophie done to provoke Marcus, the usually composed man, to lose his cool in such a dramatic fashion?

Sophie stared into Marcus’s bloodshot eyes, and oddly enough, she felt no fear.

Instead, a sense of absurdity washed over her.

The man who had always looked down on her was now the one unraveling over her choices.

Did the Morgans all take pleasure in theatrics, crafting an image of deep, obsessive love?

“Sophie, I’ll ask you one last time.” Marcus released her chin, though his voice remained hoarse with emotion.

“Will you come with me, or stay here to continue discussing the wedding?”

Liam’s explanation seemed far more plausible than any notion of Marcus being involved with his nephew’s fiancée. Clearly, it was all a misunderstanding!

“Alright, everyone, carry on,” Liam gestured, and the others resumed their conversations and drinks, pretending as if nothing had transpired.

Irene, still fuming from the slap and the reprimand, stormed off to her room, her face red with indignation.

Liam turned to Sophie, his expression heavy with concern. “Sophie, don’t you have anything to explain to me?”

“What do you want me to explain?” Sophie shot back, her voice steady and unwavering.

She felt no obligation to justify herself to Liam.

Liam’s brow furrowed, frustration etched across his features. “Sophie, when did you become so close to Marcus? What exactly did you two discuss? Why did he suddenly lose control like that?”

“You just said it yourself—his business deal fell through in Washington, so he came here to vent his frustration,” Sophie replied, her tone casual, almost dismissive.

“That Prince Charming of yours always does what he wants in Riverland. He doesn’t need a reason to lose his temper, and he certainly doesn’t care whose face he’s smacking!”

Liam’s fists clenched tighter, a storm brewing within him. He could sense that Sophie was dodging his questions.

But with the wedding date still hanging in the balance, he knew he couldn’t confront her just yet.

“Sophie, I had someone check the dates. Two weeks from now is a good day for the wedding. Can we set the date then?”

Sophie, grabbing her bag, stood up and made her way toward the door.

“I don’t mind. I’ll leave now.”

No matter when the wedding was set, she had no intention of attending. She and Liam needed to part ways as soon as possible.