Married First, Loved Later : A Flash Marriage with My Ex’s "Uncle" - Chapter 217

Chapter 217: Emotional Blackmail
Maybe even Mrs. Reid herself hadn’t realized—every time she got jealous, her little ears would turn red.

Logan looked at her nearly-glowing ears and lowered his voice. “We can’t let the whole resort get poisoned by vinegar just to fulfill that second request, don’t you think?”

Selina’s ears flushed an even deeper red.

Wait—what do you mean, “don’t you think”? Logan was doing this on purpose. She wasn’t jealous!

…

The day passed quickly. After a full day of playing in the snow, Selina was exhausted and just wanted a hot shower and a warm bed.

But someone came rushing in—Angelica’s agent.

“You still haven’t found Angelica? Where could she be this late? Her phone’s off!”

The lead bodyguard shook his head. “We’ve looked everywhere. Could Miss Clark have already gone down the mountain?”

“No way! If she did, she would’ve called me!” The agent was pacing anxiously.

Someone nearby asked, “What’s going on? Angelica’s not back? Has anyone seen her?”

“No. She went off with that ski instructor earlier and hasn’t returned.”

Selina furrowed her brow. Something didn’t feel right.

Angelica… missing?

“Call that ski instructor,” the agent urged. “Maybe she’s still with him!”

Luke, who had no fondness for Angelica, still looked concerned. A person disappearing during a snowy night was serious—and he didn’t want to be the cause of any trouble for Logan.

But the instructor wasn’t answering either. A moment later, an assistant ran up with a grim expression.

“Young Master Reid, that instructor left the mountain two hours ago—vanished. His phone and bank account have both been deactivated. It looks like he’s on the run.”

The agent gasped, “Then Angelica might still be on the mountain! Mr. Reid, please—send people to look for her. No matter what she’s done… she did save your life…”

Selina’s unease deepened. The instructor’s sudden disappearance, Angelica’s vanishing… it all felt off. Still, this wasn’t the time to stop a search.

Logan’s eyes narrowed. “Where’s the security footage?”

“We checked all of it,” the assistant replied. “There’s no sign of Miss Clark leaving the resort. So she must still be somewhere on the mountain…”

“Split into three teams and search along separate paths,” Logan ordered. “If she didn’t go down, she’s still up here.”

The agent’s eyes lit up. “Mr. Reid, what about you? Will you look for her too? Angelica told me she found you after your accident because of some kind of spiritual connection. Maybe this time you’ll sense where she is, too…”

That eerie feeling Selina had in her chest only grew stronger.

Logan gave the agent a single calm glance—just one, but it was enough to make the woman shiver.

Still, Logan nodded. “This is Luke’s ski resort. If something happens, I’ll take responsibility and help search.”

Selina tilted her head and followed quietly behind.

For half an hour, the search teams called out Angelica’s name again and again, but there was no answer. Selina bit her lip. She didn’t want to seem petty, but deep down, she didn’t believe Angelica was actually in danger.

Still, this was Logan’s so-called “savior”…

“Don’t worry,” Logan said quietly, brushing her exposed ear. “I’m just here to help find her. It won’t change anything.”

Selina shook her head.

“Over here! We’ve got someone!” a shout suddenly pierced the silence.

A man rushed up. “Mr. Reid! We found Miss Clark! She fell into a snow pit and was unconscious for nearly two hours—it’s serious!”

Selina froze for a moment—Angelica was actually in trouble?

Logan’s brow furrowed. “Get her out. The doctor is already here.”

The rescue team looked hesitant. “We tried to pull Miss Clark up using safety ropes, but even though she’s unconscious, she seems extremely guarded. The moment we get close, she flinches and trembles in fear. We don’t dare touch her anymore…”

“Her agent said you’re a friend of hers, and hoped you could try.”

In an instant, all eyes turned to Logan.

Angelica’s agent came stumbling forward, her face streaked with tears. “Mr. Reid, please! Angelica won’t wake up and won’t let anyone near her. If she stays in that snow pit any longer, it could be fatal! I beg you—she’s your lifesaver. Please carry her out!”

Then she turned to Selina, eyes flashing with calculated pity as she added, almost like moral blackmail:

“Miss Selina, Angelica is your sister. You wouldn’t want her to die here, right? It’s just borrowing your husband for a moment to save a life—you wouldn’t joke about something like that, would you? Don’t worry, Angelica has no improper thoughts toward Mr. Reid. She’s unconscious, there’s no way she could try to seduce him!”

The implication was clear: Selina was just jealous and selfish, caring more about love rivalries than someone’s life.

Luke frowned at the statement. “I mean, if the rescue team couldn’t do anything, what’s Logan gonna do…”

“I’ll go,” Logan interrupted. His voice was calm but carried weight. “If you’re really concerned about saving a life, then mind your words.”

The agent immediately put on an act, smacking herself lightly across the face. “You’re right, you’re right—I spoke out of turn. Miss Selina is beautiful and kind-hearted. Of course she’ll understand! Mr. Reid, please—hurry!”

Selina pressed her lips together tightly. She knew logically that Logan going was the best choice. But emotionally, something about this sat wrong with her.

Angelica’s life… what did it have to do with him? No—that wasn’t fair. Angelica was his so-called savior.

Luke muttered under his breath, second-guessing himself. “Did I say something wrong? The woman’s unconscious. Shouldn’t we focus on pulling her out? Why insist on Logan going down himself? What a waste of time…”

Seriously. If staying in the snow pit was truly life-threatening, why not just get her out? Why was everyone so convinced Logan was the only one who could do it?

Ten minutes later, at the edge of a snow pit near the ski slope—

Logan stood at the edge, frowning down into the hole. One of the rescue team members stood nervously beside him. “Mr. Reid, it’s just like we said—Miss Clark refuses to let anyone touch her. If you could just carry her out…”

Logan glanced at the rescue ladder, then turned and began climbing down.

Given the circumstances—and given that this was his so-called lifesaver—he had no choice. That said, it wouldn’t have mattered who it was. If someone was in danger and needed saving, Logan would always step in.

He just didn’t appreciate the manipulative way the agent had framed it.

Logan reached the bottom smoothly. He crouched beside Angelica and checked her breathing. Just as he started to lift her—

Angelica suddenly began to convulse. “Don’t touch me, no—no, don’t…”

The agent shouted from above, “She gets scared whenever anyone touches her! That ski instructor must’ve tried to hurt her… Mr. Reid, try calming her down!”

Logan’s jaw tightened. It was still a life on the line—there was no time for hesitation.

“Angelica,” he said firmly. “It’s me. Stop struggling. Give me your hand.”

Everyone at the edge of the snow pit held their breath.

And just like that—Angelica stopped moving.

The agent broke into grateful sobs. “I knew it. I knew she’d listen to Mr. Reid…”