Married First, Loved Later : A Flash Marriage with My Ex’s "Uncle" - Chapter 305

Chapter 305: Did I Scare You?
Jack’s expression turned sharp.

Logan had been adopted by the Carter family as a child—but their intentions had never been pure.

To them, he was nothing more than a walking blood bank.

Everyone in the Main Carter bloodline carried a hereditary illness—from Old Mr. Carter down to Jacob. Jacob’s condition was especially severe.

Back then, Logan was Jacob’s personal blood supply.

Whenever that golden-boy heir fell ill, Logan—the orphan they’d “taken in”—was bled without mercy.

He was just a kid, passing out from blood loss, and the Carter family didn’t care in the slightest.

As long as their precious heir stayed alive, Logan’s well-being was irrelevant.

It continued like that until Logan finally broke away from them.

But now, over a decade later, the Carters still dared to come knocking?

They must be out of their damn minds.

“Sir, should I send a warning to the Carter family?” Jack asked, voice low.

Logan’s tone was casual, almost lazy. “Have Jaxon come back.”

Jack’s eyes lit up.

“You want my brother back? Understood, sir.”

…

When they arrived at Sapphire Valley Villa, Selina was still asleep.

Logan didn’t wake her.

Instead, he leaned down, scooped her into his arms, and carried her straight into the master bedroom, gently laying her on the bed.

…

But Selina didn’t sleep well.

Somewhere in the haze of dreaming, she saw a sky full of roses—Blood-red, blooming endlessly.

Beneath her feet, snow. Cold.

And blood spreading across it like paint.

The surreal, disjointed images made her realize:

She was dreaming.

But… dreaming what, exactly?

It felt like someone was whispering urgently in her ear—

“They’re still chasing you—run.”

“If I’m not back in an hour, take this path and leave. Got it?”

“Hey, we meet again. I’m glad you’re okay.”

“Mm… just a scratch. I’ll live.”

“My blood looks like roses? Selina, you’ve got quite the imagination.”

“I left a rose on the tenth-floor window. If you’re sure—take it. Okay?”

Selina clutched her forehead.

The words, fuzzy and unreal, sent a sharp ache through her brain.

What the hell was this?

She had no memory of anything like it.

Why would she dream something so strange?

BANG—

A gunshot tore through her ears.

Selina jerked around.

Everything turned crimson. Someone collapsed in front of her.

He was saying something… but she couldn’t hear it.

The wind, the cries, the explosions—they all overwhelmed her hearing.

His voice was faint, like a leaf drifting across water.

She couldn’t hold on to it. It vanished.

A tear slid down Selina’s cheek.

Why?

Who was that man?

Why was she crying?

The dream dissolved.

She stood frozen in the void, unable to move.

“L…”

She thought she called out his name—

But the moment it left her lips, she couldn’t remember what it was.

Selina struggled to wake up, to pull herself free from the dream’s grip—

“Ah!”

She shot up in bed, breathing hard.

Outside the window, the sun was just beginning to set.

Before she could fully gather herself, a familiar male voice sounded:

“Mrs. Reid… dreaming about me?”

Selina whipped around.

Only then did she realize—Logan was sitting quietly at the edge of her bed.

The room was dim.

He hadn’t touched her. Just sat there in silence.

Selina huffed, “I was not dreaming about you.”

Logan didn’t even look up.

He simply replied with a light hum,

“Not dreaming about me? Then why were you calling my name?”

Selina’s throat tightened.

That dream had been too vivid… and yet too surreal.

She wanted to know who she had called in that moment—She only remembered the sound of an L.

Could it have been… Logan?

If it was him,

Then who had been by her side in that dream?

Could it have been him all along?

Selina swallowed nervously, her face flushed.

“You heard me say your name in my sleep? Are you sure?”

If that was true…

Logan paused for a beat.

“Not exactly.”

Selina’s flicker of hope instantly vanished.

“Then why’d you say I was dreaming about you?!”

“—I heard you call out a name that started with an L,” Logan finished calmly.

Then, with a meaningful glance, he asked: “If that wasn’t for me… then tell me, Mrs. Reid—what other guy in your dreams has a name starting with L?”

L…

No way. She’d actually called out Logan in a life-or-death dream?!

No, no, it had to be a fake dream. Just a dream!

And yet she’d overthought it this much…

Selina suddenly became visibly flustered.

She shifted awkwardly on the bed and denied it flat-out.

“Who says I was calling you? I was clearly calling for Luke!”

…

Three seconds of silence.

Then Logan let out a low chuckle.

“Heh.”

He made a mental note to have a friendly chat with Luke sometime soon.

It’d been a while since Luke had been properly disciplined anyway.

…

Selina glanced at the clock—it was around 6 p.m., the light outside dim, but still bright enough not to need a lamp.

She couldn’t be bothered to turn one on. She got out of bed, threw on a robe, and was about to head downstairs for dinner.

“You haven’t rested since we got back?”

They’d been up all night. And now he still hadn’t slept?

Did he think he was Superman?

To her surprise, Logan shook his head.

“Slept two hours.”

Selina frowned.

“Then why were you sitting on the edge of the bed?”

He answered evenly, “No reason. I just woke up not long ago.”

Really…? Something felt off.

As she turned back, she asked, “Miller Butler’s already made dinner. You’re not coming down to eat?”

Logan nodded.

“Yeah. I’ll be right there.”

He stood up—And suddenly, a loud crashing noise echoed through the room.

Clang!

A vase had fallen and shattered on the floor.

Selina’s heart jumped. She quickly turned on the light and rushed over.

“How did that fall? Are you hurt?!”

Logan looked up calmly.

But as their eyes met, Selina froze.

His gaze—It was distant. Unfocused. Like a brilliant gem dulled by dust.

He was looking at her… but his eyes weren’t truly seeing her.

They were vacant.

Selina’s stomach dropped.

A thought flashed through her mind.

She lifted her hand and waved it twice in front of his face.

No response.

Logan’s eyes didn’t shift—not even slightly.

Like he couldn’t see at all.

Wait…

Suddenly, it clicked.

Ever since she woke up, Logan had just been sitting there. No lights, no movement.

He said he’d been “just sitting for a bit.”

But what if—he couldn’t leave?

What if he couldn’t move around freely… because he couldn’t see?

Even though the room was dim, it wasn’t pitch black. Anyone else could still make things out.

Selina’s concern spiked.

“Are you hurt? I’ll call Butler Miller to check on you—”

A pair of sharp, shallow eyes suddenly locked onto hers.

Wait… what’s going on with Logan?

Before she could ask, he spoke first.

“It’s just night blindness. No need to worry.”

Then, with a small smirk: “Did I scare you, Mrs. Reid?”