Married First, Loved Later : A Flash Marriage with My Ex's 'Uncle' novel Chapter 114

Chapter 114: Fiercely Defending Her Husband

Vivian’s goal was far beyond just being Logan’s ’sister.’

Selina’s eyes flickered mischievously. She stepped closer to Logan and naturally slipped her hand into his, her expression turning soft and demure.

"Vivian, why are you only greeting Logan? Did you not see me standing here?"

Vivian’s smile froze on her face.

Selina turned to Logan with an innocent tilt of her head.

"Logan, does your sister have a bad memory? Didn’t you just tell her last time to call me sister-in-law? But she doesn’t seem to remember."

Logan’s gaze shifted to Vivian, indifferent and distant.

"Did you hear that?"

Vivian was fuming.

She had gone through all this trouble to track down Logan, hoping to act a little closer to him—only to find Selina clinging to him like a leech.

And now, this bitch expected her to call her sister-in-law? Who did she think she was?!

Selina’s voice turned soft and pitiful.

"I just knew Vivian wouldn’t be willing to say it. She probably still hasn’t given up on marrying you. I must be such an inconvenience to her."

Logan: "..."

Vivian nearly choked on air.

Her face flushed an ugly red.

This wretched woman—pretending to be so weak and innocent!

"What right do you have to make Vivian call you that?!"

Before Vivian could even respond, a furious noblewoman standing beside her spoke up first, glaring at Selina and Logan’s interlocked hands with jealousy burning in her eyes.

"A lowly country girl like you isn’t worthy of Logan! How dare you even show up at Grandma Perry’s birthday banquet?! You’ve got some nerve!"

Selina let out an exaggerated "Oh?" and eyed the woman up and down.

"Oh my, Auntie, do you also like Logan? Well, you should at least consider the age difference. With your years, you’re more suited to be his mother."

The noblewoman’s entire face twisted.

"Y-You’re out of line! I’m only twenty!"

Who was she calling Auntie?!

How dare this woman imply she was old?!

How could Mr. Reid have married this woman?!

Selina gasped dramatically.

"Oh wow, you’re younger than me? I wouldn’t have guessed. You sure aged in a hurry."

"Y-You—!"

The noblewoman’s face burned with rage.

She lifted her hand, ready to slap Selina across the face. "Logan, look! She’s bullying me! Why aren’t you defending me?!"

But Logan simply stepped in front of Selina, shielding her effortlessly.

His tone was mild but completely indifferent.

"Who are you?"

"Pfft—"

Selina couldn’t hold back her laughter.

After all that shouting and posturing, Logan hadn’t even known who she was.

The noblewoman burst into tears.

"Selina, you’re awful! I’m going to tell Aunt Amelia!"

Vivian, watching her friend flee, bit her lip, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears.

She looked like a delicate flower battered by the wind.

"Miss Clark, since you’re a guest at our Perry estate, could you at least act like one? Your behavior is—"

"Do you need me to remind you who the guest is and who the host is, Miss Perry?"

Logan’s voice cut through Vivian’s pitiful act, cold and detached.

Vivian’s face went ghostly pale.

"L-Logan!"

He didn’t even spare her a glance.

"Go tell Amelia to stop causing trouble."

Logan took Selina’s hand and turned to leave without hesitation.

"Otherwise, don’t blame me for being ruthless—even at an event like this."

...

After turning a corner, leaving Vivian behind, Logan glanced at Selina.

"I’ll take you to the banquet hall."

Selina clutched the painting she had brought as a gift, a thought crossing her mind.

"Why don’t I see anyone from the Carter Family here?"

Logan’s steps faltered slightly.

A smile touched his lips—warm, yet unreadable.

"They won’t come."

Selina blinked.