I Ctrl+Alt+Deleted My Ex and Ctrl+C'd His Uncle novel Chapter 83

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

Without a moment’s hesitation, Sophie propelled herself forward, her mind made up to leave the uncomfortable situation behind.

However, just as she was about to step out, she felt a firm grip around her wrist, causing her to instinctively take a few steps back, her heart racing with surprise.

The elevator doors slid shut with a soft whoosh, sealing Sophie and Marcus in the small, claustrophobic space together.

Sophie quickly shook off Marcus’ hand, her voice steady yet firm. “Mr. Morgan, I would appreciate it if you could maintain some decorum.”

Marcus, undeterred, took a step closer, his imposing figure casting a shadow over her.

“I’ve been thinking,” he began, his voice low and contemplative. “All your changes happened last night.”

“What exactly are you implying? What happened last night?” Sophie asked, her curiosity piqued but her heart heavy with unease.

The memory of their earlier phone conversation replayed in her mind, sending a wave of discomfort washing over her.

“Mr. Morgan,” she said, her tone shifting to a more measured one, “I believe it’s prudent to avoid being overly direct in the realm of adults. It can lead to awkwardness when we inevitably cross paths again.”

“And what if I insist that you explain?” he countered, his tone chilling, a coldness radiating from him that made the air thick with tension.

Sophie, refusing to be intimidated, pushed him away with a determined glare. “What if I simply don’t feel like explaining?”

Deep down, she still harbored hopes of purchasing that plot of land in West River from Marcus. Dismantling the fragile facade between them wouldn’t serve either of their interests.

Marcus let out a low, mocking laugh, the anger in his voice unmistakable. “Sophie, you truly are something else.”

Choosing silence, Sophie stepped out as the elevator doors opened, leaving Marcus to watch her retreating figure, his hand clenching into a fist at his side.

As the elevator descended, Marcus returned to his previous floor, his mind racing with thoughts.

Chris, his assistant, approached him quickly, urgency in his tone. “Mr. Morgan, I’ve gathered some information. Liam is currently at the hotel, and the room he booked is on the same floor you just exited.”

At this revelation, Marcus paused, a dark shadow crossing his features.

Chris swallowed hard, sensing the shift in atmosphere. “Mr. Morgan, Mr. Flanders has been waiting for you in his room. Should we head over now?”

Initially, Marcus had flown to Washington with the intention of meeting Mr. Flanders, but the unexpected wedding discussions between Sophie and Liam had thrown him off course.

His flight had been rescheduled for this morning, but Mr. Flanders had called, indicating he was already in Riverland and waiting at the hotel.

In Flanders’ world, agreements were sacred, and Marcus had already canceled on him once. A second cancellation could jeopardize their relationship, leaving both parties in a precarious position.

“Let’s go see Mr. Flanders,” Marcus said, his voice steady, masking the turmoil beneath.

Chris let out a sigh of relief upon hearing Marcus’ decision. At least the boss was managing to keep his emotions in check!

Meanwhile, in the VIP suite, Liam sat across from Mia Morgan, who was in tears, her distress palpable. This was a rare moment for him; he had never lost his patience like this before.

“Mia,” he began, his voice softening, “I was wrong yesterday. Please, stop crying.”

The memory of yesterday flooded back to him—he had walked into the room feeling disoriented, and before he knew it, everything had spiraled out of control.

When he awoke this morning, the sight of Mia lying next to him, her body marked with evidence of their night together, shocked him. The crimson stains on the sheets were a painful reminder of what had transpired.

He had always known Mia harbored feelings for him, but their sibling relationship had kept those emotions hidden, unspoken.

Now, standing on the brink of his wedding to Sophie, the gravity of the situation weighed heavily on him.

If Sophie discovered what had happened, their wedding would be shattered beyond repair!

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