Married First, Loved Later : A Flash Marriage with My Ex’s "Uncle" - Chapter 270

Chapter 270: She’s No Lamb to the Slaughter
These ten design sketches—from the brushwork to the handwriting—were unmistakably the work of the renowned designer Rowan.

Riley’s face turned visibly sour.

Selina didn’t bother with what they were thinking. She smiled slowly.

“Sorry, Miss Nelson. It’s not that I don’t appreciate your offer—it’s just that I have a better option.”

“After all, with Rowan on board, who would even spare Mr. Bryant a glance?”

Mateo’s face flushed bright red, on the brink of exploding, yet forced to hold it in.

He wanted to argue, but the worst part was—Selina was right.

Riley clenched her fists.

She wanted to deny it, but looking closely at the sketches, she knew—these were Rowan’s.

But why? Someone as untouchable as Rowan—he’d even turned down a commission from a Country Y princess.

And yet he designed ten custom wedding ring drafts… for Selina?

“Selina, I didn’t think you…”

“I actually came here today to ask for your help picking out a ring,” Selina cut her off with a half-smile.

“After all, you did say you’d help me choose. That still holds, right?”

The very words Riley had once used now came back to slap her in the face.

She’d said them only to mock Selina—never expecting this.

“Oh, and why is Mr. Bryant still here?” Selina blinked innocently.

“Aren’t you embarrassed? Miss Nelson and I have business—we won’t be entertaining you.”

Mateo nearly exploded with rage.

Fine, fine. Just a spoiled little brat. So Rowan backed her this time—what about next time?

Word was, Selina would soon enter a design competition. He was a known designer.

Taking down a rookie would be child’s play.

Outside the semi-private booth, people had overheard bits of what happened.

As Mateo walked out, they stared at him with contempt.

“That’s the designer who plagiarized, right?”

“And he had the nerve to compare himself to Rowan…”

Mateo gritted his teeth.

Selina—I’ll remember this!

…

Inside the booth:

Selina let out a drawn-out sigh.

“Oh no, looks like I upset Mr. Bryant. Can’t help it, that’s just my personality. You’re not mad I embarrassed your friend, are you, Miss Nelson?”

The scorn outside hadn’t let up.

Even Riley wasn’t dumb enough to admit now that she was friends with a plagiarist.

“Selina, I misjudged him. I had no idea he plagiarized.”

She put on a look of guilt. “I’m sorry—I can’t believe I almost introduced you to someone like that. Good thing you already knew Rowan.”

“Exactly,” Selina replied calmly.

“So no need to worry that I’ll embarrass myself by not finding a designer. Now, shall we pick a ring, Miss Nelson?”

Riley’s face turned every shade of red—mostly from sheer humiliation.

She had come to humiliate Selina, to remind her she didn’t belong in Logan’s world—after all, even a decent designer was out of her reach.

But instead, Selina had pulled out Rowan—slapping her hard, and twice.

Still, Riley was adaptable. For the sake of the end goal, she’d swallow this.

Swallowing her jealousy, she pointed to two of the designs and said, word by word, “These two look… fine.”

“Great,” Selina smiled, completely refreshed by Riley’s bitter expression.

She gathered up the designs and stood casually.

“Thanks for your input, Miss Nelson. The coffee’s on me today. And when Logan and I get married—you’ll definitely get an invite.”

With that, Selina turned and walked away.

Riley: “!”

That bitch!

She was so furious her face turned red—she wanted to kill Selina on the spot.

Meanwhile, Jack, who had quietly witnessed the whole scene: “…”

And here Mr. Reid was worried about Mrs. Reid getting bullied? She’s the one dishing it out!

…

Sapphire Valley Villa

Selina walked into the villa in an excellent mood, ready to share everything that had just gone down at the café with Logan—only to find him on the phone.

She could only make out a few words.

The voice on the other end was calm but firm.

“Logan, don’t spoil her. If Riley stirs up trouble while she’s in the country, let her handle it herself.”

Logan glanced at Selina, then said into the phone, “Mm.”

“I’ll be back in a while. Riley used to cling to you all the time as a kid—I’ve told her off more than once, and she still hasn’t changed. If she starts annoying you, don’t worry about me. Just ignore her.”

Selina picked up enough to guess that it was Riley’s brother, Hunter, on the call.

She couldn’t hear everything, just the name Riley popping up more than once.

She scoffed. Her excitement to share instantly evaporated.

Logan still wasn’t off the phone.

Selina huffed and marched upstairs with a cold expression.

Share? What share? Mr. Reid is busy chatting with Riley’s big brother.

Like he cares about her ranting about Riley.

Logan: “…”

The man lowered his voice.

“Hunter, I’ve got something to deal with. I’ll call you later.”

But by the time he hung up—Mrs. Reid was gone.

He thought for a moment, then pulled out his phone and logged into an old email account.

He switched to the one under the name Rowan.

…

Upstairs.

Selina sulked a little—just a little.

But then again, Logan hadn’t done anything wrong. He had no idea what Riley had pulled today.

And besides, she’d already made Riley lose face—better not rub salt in the wound.

Still, the urge to share everything just wouldn’t go away.

Then her eyes fell on the ten design sketches on the desk.

Suddenly, she thought of someone—

Right… Rowan!

She couldn’t just accept someone’s custom work without even saying thanks, right?

But she hadn’t contacted Rowan in ages—their last exchange was over email.

She had no idea if he still used that address, but courtesy mattered.

Selina logged into her email, found the old thread with Rowan, and sat up straight.

What should she write?

Long time no see?

Thank you for the designs?

Are you back in the country?

Do you still remember me?

She thought long and hard. Then, after a deep breath and some serious hand-rubbing prep, she carefully typed out a short message:

Subject: Thank You

Rowan Laoshi, this is Selina.

I’m not sure if you remember me, or if you even still use this email, but I wanted to thank you for designing the wedding rings.

If you’re in City A and have some time, I’d love the chance to thank you in person.

She hit send, then instantly wondered if her message came off too casual—

Was it respectful enough?

Just as she debated whether to recall the email—ding.

Selina’s eyes widened.

Wait—Rowan actually replied?

From: Rowan

Rarely check this inbox. Just happened to today.

As long as you like the rings, that’s what matters.

What were the odds?

He just happened to be checking his inbox right now?

She’d assumed it would be lost in the void forever.