Married First, Loved Later : A Flash Marriage with My Ex's 'Uncle' novel Chapter 39

Chapter 39: The Fool Who Got Played

At 10 p.m., Selina gathered her courage and knocked on Logan’s study door.

The man’s cool, crisp voice sounded from inside. "Come in."

Selina entered, holding a glass of milk. "Mr. Reid, Miller Butler asked me to bring this up to you."

Logan’s gaze rested on the glass of milk, his expression thoughtful. "Mrs. Reid, have you ever heard a certain saying?"

Selina blinked. "What saying?"

Logan’s lips curled faintly. "When someone goes out of their way to be nice, they either want something or plan to steal something."

Selina’s face turned red instantly. "W-What nonsense! I’m just being considerate!"

Logan’s smile deepened, but he said nothing.

Selina felt the awkwardness growing and decided to push through, summoning all her courage. "You mentioned earlier that you’d take me to the banquet. Does that still stand?"

Logan raised an eyebrow, his tone light. "I recall you declining."

Selina’s cheeks burned as she lowered her head in embarrassment. "I thought about it, and... you shouldn’t have to face this alone. What if the Hayes Family tries another trick to pressure you into marrying Rachel? I should be by your side."

The room fell silent.

Selina shifted uncomfortably, unsure of his answer. Just as she was about to speak again, Logan broke the quiet with a casual, "No."

She froze, then blurted out in frustration, "Why not?!"

Realizing her tone, Selina coughed to compose herself and softened her voice. "I mean, why? I just want to see the world with you—is that so bad?"

Logan chuckled warmly, gently pushing her forehead with his finger, his tone mock-apologetic. "Hmm, no. Because you were right, Mrs. Reid. We’re in a secret marriage. It wouldn’t be appropriate for you to attend."

Selina’s expression shifted rapidly. "..."

The very excuse she’d used earlier was now being thrown back at her, and she couldn’t find a way to counter it!

Logan glanced at her. "Anything else?"

His dismissal was painfully obvious, leaving Selina momentarily speechless. Finally, she forced a strained smile. "No, nothing else. I’ll head back to my room then. Good night, Mr. Reid."

As she left, Logan watched her retreating figure, a faint smirk playing on his lips.

Back in her room, Selina slammed her fist onto the bed in frustration.

Fine! If he won’t take me, I’ll go anyway!

She clenched her teeth, determined. The ruby brooch—her mother’s brooch—was too important. She had to attend the banquet. But how?

Her eyes lit up as an idea struck her. Picking up her phone, she quickly called Noah.

The day of the banquet arrived quickly.

Half an hour before it began, Selina strolled casually to the entrance of the Hayes Family’s grand hall.

Noah had promised to get her another invitation, but it would take time. Unbothered, Selina found a quiet corner to wait, watching the flow of guests entering the venue.

From a distance, Rachel spotted her and immediately clenched her jaw in fury.

She had extended a "polite" invitation to Selina the night before, never expecting her to actually show up!

Rachel’s expression darkened before an idea formed in her mind. Turning to her group of socialite friends, she sighed dramatically. "I just saw the woman who stole Logan from me. She’s here. Do you think she’s here to mock me because I wasn’t humiliated enough already?"

Among the group, a certain Miss Green raised an eyebrow. "The mistress? She has the nerve to show up?"