I Ctrl+Alt+Deleted My Ex and Ctrl+C'd His Uncle novel Chapter 92

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

Mi Morgan, he shall we hele these two Chris brought bodyguards to escort the two private investigators from the shadows.

Marra’s phoenix eyes swept lightly. “Confiscate the cameras and teach them how to keep their mouths shut.”

With a firm resolve, Marcus seized Sophie and pulled her into the car, his movements swift and purposeful.

The Maybach roared to life, its engine purring with power, while Marcus opened the camera he had taken from the private investigators.

Inside, he found intimate photos captured by the prying lenses, images of Sophie and Ryan that sent a wave of fury crashing through him. The darkness brewing on Marcus’s face was palpable, an ominous storm ready to unleash its wrath.

In a swift motion, he hurled the camera out of the window, watching as the wheels of the car crushed it mercilessly, shattering it into countless fragments.

The photographs were gone, but the storm clouding Marcus’s expression only deepened.

“You like Ryan again?” he asked, his voice deceptively light, yet the word “again” struck Sophie like a sharp dagger, piercing through her defenses.

“Does Mr. Morgan think he knows everything again?” Sophie retorted, her tone dripping with casual mockery.

Marcus couldn’t help but chuckle, a sound laced with disbelief. “Sophie, you’re carrying my child, proclaiming your desire to marry Liam, yet here you are, entangled with Ryan. You…”

“I’m cheap, right? Didn’t you say that last time?” Sophie shot back, her gaze unwavering. “What, Mr. Morgan didn’t scold enough last time and is preparing to do it again?”

The spite in her tone was unmistakable, and Marcus, though irritated, recognized the truth behind her words. He was no fool; he trusted his instincts and the depth of Sophie’s character.

When she had boldly declared her continued affection for Liam, he had taken her at her word. But now, the reality seemed far more complex than he had anticipated.

With a gentle yet firm grip, Marcus cupped Sophie’s chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. His voice, rich and magnetic, enveloped her like a warm breeze. “What exactly are you trying to do? Tell me.”

Sophie felt cornered, her stubbornness flaring. “It’s none of your business.”

Unconsciously, Marcus tightened his grip, but he released it upon noticing the faint blush creeping onto Sophie’s chin.

“You really are stubborn.”

“Mr. Morgan’s patience is also remarkably strong,” she quipped, a hint of sarcasm dancing in her eyes.

As the car rolled on, the tension remained thick, neither willing to back down. Only when they arrived at the entrance of the Chandler house did Sophie finally break the silence.

“Thank you for driving me home, Mr. Morgan,” she said, opening the door and stepping out with a fluid motion.

But the moment her foot touched the ground, pain shot through her. She had twisted her ankle earlier but had been too distracted during the ride to notice. Now, her ankle throbbed, swollen and painful.

Marcus was quick to react, moving to her side and crouching down. He gently lifted her foot, his fingers cold yet oddly soothing against the inflamed skin.

“What are you doing?” she asked, bewildered.

“I’m taking you inside,” he replied, his tone brooking no argument.

Before she could protest, “No need,” Marcus had already lifted her effortlessly into his arms.

Sophie’s heart raced, panic rising within her. “Put me down quickly. My brother is still home.”

If Ethan saw this, she would have no idea how to explain!

Marcus allowed her to squirm but held her firmly, his grip unyielding.

Despite his years abroad, he had heard whispers of Marcus’s accomplishments. Though they were of similar ages, Marcus held a higher standing in their world, his achievements overshadowing Ethan’s own.

Rumors circulated that Marcus was a man who avoided romantic entanglements, yet here he was, holding his nephew’s fiancée and refusing to release her. It was absurd!

“Ethan, if Mr. Morgan enjoys playing the hero, let him carry me inside,” Sophie interjected, casting Ethan a meaningful glance.

They still hoped to negotiate for that piece of land in West City from Marcus, and confrontation was not the way to go.

Understanding her look, Ethan stepped back, allowing Marcus to enter.

Marcus strode in as if it were his own home, placing Sophie gently on the sofa. Leaning in closer, he whispered in a tone meant only for her ears, “Still not planning to tell me your plan?”

“Marcus, don’t be so shameless!” Sophie gritted her teeth, frustration bubbling to the surface.

Suddenly, Marcus’s demeanor shifted, his smile returning. “There will be chances for you to tell me the truth in the future.”

He stood up, preparing to leave, but paused as he passed Ethan. “Her foot is injured. Don’t let her run around these next few days.”

With that, Marcus exited, leaving a tense silence in his wake.

Ethan wasted no time, immediately calling the family doctor to tend to Sophie’s ankle. Once the doctor had left, he turned to her, concern etched on his face. “Sophie, how do you know Marcus? He seems very concerned about you.”

Sophie had anticipated this question and was ready with her response. “Mr. Morgan is Liam’s uncle. There’s still a family connection, so naturally, he would look after me as a junior.”

Ethan frowned, clearly unconvinced. “Is that really all? But I feel like he treats you…”

“Ethan, I’m so tired,” Sophie interrupted, stifling a yawn as she limped toward the stairs. “Whatever it is, let’s talk tomorrow. I need to sleep first.”