Married First, Loved Later : A Flash Marriage with My Ex’s "Uncle" - Chapter 149

Chapter 149: Are They Really Father and Son?

Chapter 149: Are They Really Father and Son?

Gordon sighed in exasperation.

“Alright, alright.

Go home then.

I’ll pick you up for the art exhibition in two days.” Forget it.

One Selina, who refused to recognize reality, and another-the so-called “wise ruler”-who believed everything she said.

He couldn’t do anything about it.

… Back at Sapphire Valley Villa, Selina asked curiously, “Logan, what did my Uncle Gordon talk to you about?” Logan’s steps paused for a brief moment, his expression unreadable.

“He was just worried I wouldn’t take good care of you, so he gave me some advice.” “Uncle Gordon is just overly cautious.

I can take care of myself perfectly fine.” As Selina stepped into the villa, she immediately sensed something was off.

Her eyes narrowed as she glanced toward the sofa-then suddenly froze.

Seated there was an unexpected guest- Old Mr.

Carter.

Selina had never imagined she would meet him under such circumstances.

But Old Mr.

Carter was clearly prepared for this visit.

When he saw Selina, he didn’t look particularly surprised.

“Selina, my assistant told me you and Logan got married.

At first, I didn’t believe it… but it turns out to be true.” Selina sensed something hidden in his words and furrowed her brows.

“Grandpa Carter.” “No wonder you lost interest in Ryan.” Old Mr.

Carter chuckled.

“But that’s fine.

Ryan isn’t worthy of you anyway.

Logan is a good choice-he’s still part of the Carter Family.

From now on, you’re also one of us.” Selina felt like something was off.

Old Mr.

Carter saw his grandson’s former fiancée living in Logan’s house, yet he didn’t show any displeasure?

He had previously been eager to reunite her and Ryan, even trying to push them back together.

Logan’s gaze darkened.

“Selina, go upstairs.” Old Mr.

Carter smiled kindly.

“No need to send her away.

Logan, it’s been a long time since we played a game of chess as father and son.” Selina’s lips pressed into a thin line.

Father and son?

She had always suspected that Logan wasn’t truly part of the Carter Family, but now, Old Mr.

Carter had personally confirmed their relationship.

Logan’s tone remained indifferent.

“Old Mr.

Carter, I’m busy.

Jack, take my wife upstairs.” Old Mr.

Carter’s smile faltered slightly.

He realized he couldn’t push any further and waved his hand.

“Alright then.

Selina, go ahead.” Before leaving, Selina squeezed Logan’s palm lightly and whispered, “Call me if anything happens.” Logan’s lips curled slightly.

“Don’t worry.” Old Mr.

Carter watched Selina’s departing figure with an unreadable expression.

Then, his gaze shifted to Logan.

“Logan, you don’t even bother with formalities when addressing me now?” Logan’s expression remained nonchalant.

“Didn’t I just call you ‘Old Mr.

Carter’?

Isn’t that respectful enough?

Or would you rather I use your full name-Thomas Carter?” “Logan!” Old Mr.

Carter’s face stiffened slightly.

He forced himself to maintain an amiable tone.

“Logan, I know things weren’t easy for you in the Reid Family, and you weren’t happy after you left.

The Carter Family’s doors are always open to you.

If you ever want to come back, you’re welcome anytime.” Logan’s lips curled into a sneer.

He didn’t know why, but in the past, he had at least tolerated the Carter Family.

Now, he didn’t even want to pretend.

“Thomas,” Logan said, his voice as sharp as a blade.

“You and I both know exactly what the Carter Family did to me.

The only reason I haven’t exposed it isn’t because I’m incapable.” His dark eyes gleamed with icy contempt.

“It’s just that the Carter Family is already surrounded by enemies.

I don’t even need to lift a finger.” “But if you continue bothering me…” Logan’s tone grew even colder, “…then I won’t mind adding fuel to the fire.” “Old Mr.

Carter, you wouldn’t want the hundred-year reputation of the Carter Family to be ruined in your hands, would you?” His voice was indifferent.

“Jack-see him out.” Old Mr.

Carter’s face twisted for a moment.

The warm, kind mask he had worn almost cracked apart.

“Fine… Logan, when you have time, bring Selina to visit.

She and I have always been close.” At those words, something flickered in Logan’s eyes, and he suddenly let out a cold laugh.

Without another glance, he turned and went upstairs.

… Selina hadn’t expected Old Mr.

Carter to leave so quickly-not even five minutes had passed.

She felt that something was off.

Strange.

Old Mr.

Carter is Logan’s ‘father’-so why do they seem more like enemies?

None of the information she had said anything about the Carter Family having conflicts with their sons.

Selina pressed her temples, thinking hard but coming up with nothing.

Finally, she decided to head into the bathroom.

When she couldn’t figure something out, she liked to take a bath to relax.

Half an hour later, she finished soaking comfortably.

Just as she was about to step out, she suddenly realized- She forgot to bring her pajamas!

And to make matters worse, Miller Butler had taken all the bathrobes for cleaning earlier that morning.

The only thing available was a small bath towel-one that wasn’t even big enough to wrap fully around her body!

Selina swallowed hard.

What now?

Should she just run out like this?

Technically, the bathroom was still inside the master bedroom, but the room was so spacious that there was quite a distance between the bathroom and the walk-in closet.

Besides… this was Logan’s bedroom too.

She comforted herself-Logan is probably in his study right now.

He never comes back to the bedroom during the day.

As long as I move fast and grab some clothes, everything will be fine.

With that thought, Selina quickly wrapped the towel around herself as best as she could.

Her cheeks were already burning as she carefully pushed open the bathroom door.

Good.

No one’s here.

She tiptoed out, moving as stealthily as a thief, then made a mad dash toward the walk-in closet- BAM.

Logan had just returned to the bedroom when he saw something white rush out of the bathroom.

Instinctively, he reached out-only to have a soft, warm figure crash into his arms.

The moment his hand brushed against delicate, damp skin, he realized- It was Selina.

A wave of heat surged through Logan’s throat, making his voice turn low and husky.

“You…” She was fresh out of the bath, her skin still glistening with droplets of water, cascading down smooth, bare shoulders and a slender waist.

Heat spread through his body instantly.

Selina’s hands were still clutching onto Logan’s waist, her mind completely blank.

Wait… Logan?!

Why is Logan in the bedroom?!

Oh no.

Oh no.

She wasn’t wearing anything under the towel.

And the towel was barely covering her to begin with.

She had basically thrown herself into Logan’s arms-wearing next to nothing.

Her skin flushed a deep shade of pink.

She stammered, “I-I…” Logan clenched his jaw, forcing himself to stay still.

He didn’t let his gaze wander downward as he slowly exhaled, “You forgot to bring your clothes after bathing?” “Y-yeah… I was going to the closet…” Selina’s voice was a mess.

The overwhelming embarrassment made her feel lightheaded.

She quickly tried to step away-only to lose her balance and fall right back into Logan’s arms.

That wasn’t even the worst part.

The towel slipped off.

The thin bath towel that had been barely hanging onto her body dropped to the floor.

Logan instantly felt her warmth press against him-soft, smooth, and utterly intoxicating.

At home, he didn’t wear much either.

His silk shirt was thin, barely a barrier between them.

He could feel every inch of her against him, her warmth seeping through the fabric, sending heat pulsing through his veins.

Selina stood frozen in place, feet still on top of the fallen towel, her mind completely short-circuited.

W-what do I do now?!

Should I tell Logan to close his eyes?!

Before she could react, Logan lowered his gaze and saw Mrs.

Reid staring up at him-dazed, helpless, completely exposed.

His Adam’s apple bobbed involuntarily.

A long silence stretched between them.

Then, Logan let out a slow, resigned sigh.

He reached up, gently covering Selina’s eyes with his hand.

Leaning in close, his lips brushed against her ear as he whispered hoarsely, “I’m sorry.” Selina barely had time to process his words before she suddenly felt- Logan’s hot lips fell down, gradually moving downwards–