Married First, Loved Later : A Flash Marriage with My Ex’s "Uncle" - Chapter 213

Chapter 213: Sharing a Room
Luke waved the crowd away.

Logan watched Selina and Jacob’s retreating figures, eyes lowered, lost in thought.

Angelica noticed and batted her lashes, speaking in a sweet tone, “Selina shouldn’t have acted like that… Logan, let me apologize on her behalf.”

“She’s always been like this since she was little—super popular with boys. Not just Mr. Carter, almost every guy likes her. It’s not that she does it on purpose… she just doesn’t understand where to draw the line, so it’s easy for her to send the wrong signals.”

Angelica sighed dramatically. “You two are husband and wife, and she still left with Mr. Carter in front of everyone. It’s our fault for not teaching her better. Logan, please don’t be mad at her.”

Luke almost burst out laughing.

Seriously? The green tea energy here is off the charts.

Wasn’t that just saying Selina flirts around and lacks morals? And coming from a woman who’s clinging to someone else’s husband? Please.

Logan suddenly turned to Angelica, his eyes devoid of warmth, the chill in them making her heart skip.

His voice was calm, but carried enough force to crush:

“Miss Clark, for the sake of our agreement—your second condition—I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that. I expect there won’t be a next time.”

Angelica’s throat tightened. She could hardly believe it.

Even now, Logan was defending Selina?

Why? What did Selina do to deserve that?

Angelica forced a generous smile. “It’s my fault. Logan, let me walk you ba—”

“Sir, we’ve investigated. Someone tampered with Madam’s skis.”

Jack completely ignored Angelica and reported calmly, “There was a shaved-down section on the bottom of the ski, making the surface uneven and causing her to lose balance and veer left.”

Luke’s face darkened. “Someone messed with her gear at my ski resort? I’m on it right now.”

Who the hell had the nerve to go after Selina under his brother’s watch?

Logan glanced once more at Angelica—calm, unreadable—and walked away without another word. “Find out who did it.”

…

Back in the room, Selina flopped down onto the bed.

It was just a skiing trip, but she felt completely drained. Her mind was a mess.

She’d clearly heard the thud of Logan’s body hitting a rock earlier, followed by his low grunt of pain. That couldn’t have just been an arm injury, right?

Her throat tightened. She couldn’t lie to herself—she was worried about Logan.

But with Angelica by his side, what right did she have to worry?

The more she thought about it, the more frustrated she became. She pulled the blanket over her head and forced herself to sleep.

Surprisingly, she actually dozed off.

When she woke again, the sky outside was dark. A single night lamp lit the room. She rubbed her eyes and was about to sit up—when she saw a figure by the bed.

“You’re awake?”

That low, familiar voice made Selina instantly alert.

“Logan?! What are you doing in my room?”

Logan raised a brow, his tone casual as he met her startled gaze. “We’re married. It’s our room—we’re supposed to sleep in the same one.”

Right. Selina suddenly remembered—Luke had only arranged one room for the two of them.

But still—what was with this guy? He’d been all cozy with Angelica during the day, and now at night he suddenly remembered they were married?

Frustration welled up. “If you want to sleep in someone else’s room, I’m sure Angelica would love the company.”

Logan let out a low chuckle. “Is Mrs. Reid jealous?”

“No!” Selina felt like she was about to explode. She grabbed a pillow and threw it at him. “You spent the whole day with her, now you’re back here messing with me. Don’t act like you don’t know—”

“Selina,” Logan interrupted, his voice steady, “I made a promise to Angelica. Two conditions.”

Selina was fuming. “So what? Are you trying to say that just because she’s your ‘savior,’ you should treat her well?”

Logan’s smile deepened as he stepped closer and gently wrapped the bristling little hedgehog into his arms. “It was Angelica’s second request. Once it’s done, she and I will have nothing more to do with each other.”

Selina froze. “Her second request… was to have you take her on a trip to go skiing?”

Logan nodded. “Yes.”

Selina found that a little strange. The two favors Logan owed were incredibly valuable—most people couldn’t even dream of getting one. Angelica obviously could’ve asked for something much bigger. Why settle for something so simple?

Just a trip together, and that was enough to repay the debt of saving his life?

Her first request had been for him to invest a 10 billion into Clark Group. And the second… was just this trip?

“So, I didn’t take her willingly. And after this, we’ll have no further connection.” Logan patted her back gently. “So, Mrs. Reid… are you still angry now?”

Selina blinked, her cheeks flushing slightly.

Wait—if that was true, then… had she just been overreacting?

Logan had gone with Angelica out of duty, to keep a promise—not because he wanted to. And she’d been sulking all day, completely ignoring the fact that he’d risked and injured himself saving her.

“It’s late. Let’s eat first. We can talk about everything else later, okay?”

Logan interrupted her train of thought and had dinner brought in.

Selina felt like her brain had gone on vacation—whatever he said, she just went along with. “Okay… sure.”

After dinner, just as she was about to speak, she suddenly felt a sticky discomfort all over. That’s when she realized—she hadn’t showered since getting back.

She turned toward the full-length mirror… and her eyes widened in horror.

Her hair was a tangled, wet mess, her clothes wrinkled and filthy, and the bed that had once looked pristine now resembled a battlefield.

…What kind of impression was she giving Logan right now?

Logan, calm as ever, spoke up, “I’ve already prepared everything—bath supplies and fresh clothes. Go shower first. We’ll talk after.”

Selina blushed and hurried into the bathroom.

But the moment she stepped inside, she realized another problem.

Luke, in his infinite mischief, had designed the bathroom with fully transparent walls!

With just one glance back, Logan would be able to see everything—every single move she made, undressed and in the shower.

Selina’s cheeks burned. Should she undress? Should she not? Either way, it felt like a trap.

Logan’s gaze flicked briefly toward the bathroom and instantly picked up on her dilemma.

He knocked lightly on the glass door, voice gentlemanly and measured: “I’m heading out to the courtyard. Mrs. Reid, don’t worry—I won’t come in without your permission.”

Selina saw that he really did leave and even closed the door behind him. For a moment, she didn’t know what to feel.

Thinking of him standing outside in the cold night air, she rushed through her shower and quickly dressed. Then she opened the door and called out, “I’m done. You can come in now.”

The man’s gaze flicked over her—and his pupils shrank. His Adam’s apple bobbed slightly. “It’s windy out here. You should stay inside.”

Before she could respond, he took off his shirt.

Selina’s eyes widened as a large bruise bloomed across his chest.

Her breath hitched. He really was hurt—and badly.

And yet he hadn’t said a single word about it. He’d shouldered it silently, not wanting her to feel guilty.

Selina’s expression shifted—conflict and guilt warred with tenderness in her gaze. “Logan… do you want me to get some ointment for that? I—ah!”

Before she could finish, the man turned, pinning her gently but firmly against the wall. His voice was hoarse, low, laced with heat.

“Mrs. Reid, don’t look at me like that. No man can resist it. Understand?”