I Ctrl+Alt+Deleted My Ex and Ctrl+C'd His Uncle novel Chapter 85

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

**Chapter &S**

With the recent easing of my responsibilities, a rare pocket of free time had opened up before me. I decided to seize this opportunity to expedite the wedding preparations, hoping to bring everything to a swift conclusion.

As if sensing my thoughts, Marcus suddenly glanced over at me, a smirk playing on his lips. “So it’s because you’re too idle,” he remarked, his tone teasing yet somehow unsettling.

His words, while not entirely inaccurate, struck a nerve. Coming from Marcus, they felt like a jab rather than a mere observation. The odd sensation lingered in the air, a tension that followed us all the way to the car.

I slid into the driver’s seat, the familiar leather cool against my skin, while Sophie settled into the back. Just as I anticipated Marcus would take the passenger seat beside me, he surprised us both by making his way to the rear, joining Sophie instead.

In that moment, a strange shift occurred. I felt as though I had transformed into a mere chauffeur, my authority diminished. With Marcus in the backseat, I hesitated to voice any objections, opting instead for silence as I turned the key in the ignition.

Sophie, seemingly lost in her thoughts, directed her gaze out the window, pointedly ignoring Marcus’s presence. Yet, whether by accident or design, the hem of Marcus’s tailored suit brushed against her ankle, a subtle reminder of his closeness.

Sophie had chosen a short skirt today, and each time the fabric of his pants grazed her skin, it sent a shiver through her, a feather-light sensation that ignited warmth beneath her surface.

As I navigated a sharp turn, Marcus’s body inadvertently pressed against Sophie’s side. The proximity was electric; I could almost sense the heat radiating between them, a barrier of mere fabric separating their thighs.

In a sudden, decisive movement, Marcus pressed a button, and a partition began to rise, creating a wall between the front and back seats. The atmosphere shifted, thickening with unspoken tension.

Sophie’s voice dropped to a whisper, laced with urgency. “Marcus, what exactly are you trying to do?”

He offered no response, instead leaning forward, closing the distance until they were merely inches apart. I could see Sophie’s breath hitch as she registered the closeness, the palpable tension hanging in the air.

“I said I would never allow you to marry another man while carrying my child,” Marcus declared, his voice low and firm.

“So what?” Sophie shot back, her defiance evident.

“So…” he trailed off, his fingertips brushing across her abdomen, causing her entire body to tense in reaction.

“Marcus, don’t you dare!” she warned, her voice trembling slightly.

A wicked smile danced in Marcus’s eyes, a glint of mischief that sent a chill down my spine. “Sophie, you’re the one who’s acting recklessly.”

“Rang bang Frang! Bache, Suplar, wam wry you Hen doing hack dare? Why did you put up the partition?” The sudden voice from the front seat startled us both.

Sophie, visibly anxious, felt the weight of the moment pressing down on her, almost suffocating. I had been sensing the growing closeness between her and Marcus, and if I noticed anything amiss now, it would make everything I hoped to achieve impossible.

“When we get out, I’ll tell you my plan. Just don’t act rashly now,” Sophie relented, her voice softening.

Marcus raised an eyebrow, skepticism etched across his features. “Sophie, you’ve lied to me so many times. Can I still trust you?”

“Believe it or not, that’s up to you,” she replied, her tone steady despite the turmoil within.

Marcus scrutinized her for what felt like an eternity before finally sitting back, creating some space between them.

“Sophie, don’t lie to me this time,” he insisted, his voice low but firm.

Sophie remained silent, her mind racing as she scrambled to find a way to explain her feelings to Marcus, to make him understand.

“Unde?” Liam’s voice broke through again, this time tinged with anxiety.

“Stop making noise. I’m resting,” Marcus snapped coldly, and Liam fell silent, his gaze lingering thoughtfully on the raised partition.

Marcus’s brow tightened in response, but he remained silent, caught in a web of conflicting emotions. He had feelings for Sophie, but they weren’t enough to justify a marriage.

“Mr. Morgan, I hope this is our last conversation. Please don’t come looking for me again,” she declared, determination etched across her features.

As she turned to exit the car, Marcus’s grip suddenly tightened around her wrist, pulling her back. “Sophie, I said that if you want to keep this child, you must keep your distance from Liam.”

“You did say that, but why should I have to listen?” Sophie sneered, her anger bubbling to the surface. “Is Mr. Morgan planning to directly kidnap me to abort this child?”

She stared intently into Marcus’s eyes, her statement both an act of defiance and a test of his resolve. She feared that Marcus, in his desperation, might actually harm the child.

Marcus’s grip on her wrist tightened further, his voice deep and menacing. “In Riverland, nothing I don’t want to remain can stay.”

“But he’s not a thing—he’s my child!” Sophie shot back, breaking free from his grasp and stepping out of the car.

“If possible, I wouldn’t want this child’s father to be you either,” she added, her voice steady despite the turmoil within.

With those words hanging in the air, Sophie turned and walked away, leaving Marcus seething in silence.

Bang!

Marcus’s fist collided with the bulletproof glass, his malice evident in his eyes. How dare she reject him as the father of her child!

Sophie stood at the front door, taking a moment to calm her racing heart. Only once she felt composed did she push open the door, steeling herself for whatever awaited her inside.

Inside, the atmosphere was thick with tension, the air charged as if it were waiting for a storm to break. She could sense the unease radiating from those around her, a stark contrast to the calm she sought to project.

She knew all too well that Liam had feelings for her, and it was precisely why she had insisted he go in first. She wanted to create a buffer, a moment of separation before the inevitable confrontation.