Married First, Loved Later : A Flash Marriage with My Ex's 'Uncle' novel Chapter 73

Chapter 73: Reclaiming Shares

Half an hour earlier.

Selina stood in the kitchen, diligently searching for recipes.

Why did every recipe online look so simple, yet become impossibly difficult when she actually tried to cook?

After struggling for over 20 minutes, she finally prepped the ingredients and was ready to cook. Just as she was about to start, a sudden bang startled her.

Hot oil splattered from the pan, leaving Selina utterly confused. She instinctively looked for help.

Logan frowned and quickly walked over. With one hand, he pulled her away from the stove, and with the other, he turned off the gas burner.

Realizing she had caused trouble, Selina drooped her head. "I..."

It was the first time Logan had seen her like this—silly, dazed, and a little flustered. It was such a stark contrast to her usual playful and clever demeanor.

So, even Mrs. Reid had things she wasn’t good at. When faced with difficulties, she showed this kind of expression.

Logan chuckled softly and spoke at an unhurried pace, "Out you go, Mrs. Reid. I’ll take care of it."

Selina was ushered out of the kitchen, left to stand there dumbfounded as she watched Logan move with quick and efficient precision. It was hard to imagine that the same hands that commanded the business world with ease were now cooking for her.

"It’s done."

Logan finished cooking in no time, his expression calm as ever. "Try it."

Selina shifted her gaze from his face, feeling a strange sense of unreality.

But wait—Logan, the heir of the Carter Family, raised with utmost care and surrounded by a personal nutrition team, knew how to cook?

Was it just for show? Could the taste even be decent?

She took a mechanical bite, then looked up in shock. "Your cooking is amazing!"

Logan paused, raising an eyebrow slightly. "Judging by Mrs. Reid’s reaction, you seem a bit skeptical?"

Selina swallowed hard.

Who said heirs of wealthy families couldn’t lift a finger in the kitchen?!

With skills like these, it was clear he’d practiced for years. But why would the Carter Family heir ever need to cook?

"When... when did you learn to cook?"

Logan replied leisurely, "It’s simple. No need for any special training."

Selina felt an arrow pierce her heart. "..."

Still, Logan didn’t hide the truth. His voice carried a quiet stillness. "I learned while studying abroad."

Selina suddenly understood. Oh... that’s right. Grandpa Carter did send his youngest son abroad to toughen him up for a while. Maybe he picked it up back then.

Logan’s eyes gleamed, and the indifference from earlier seemed like an illusion. With a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes, he asked, "Why does Mrs. Reid want to know?"

Sensing a hint of danger, Selina quickly shook her head. "N-no reason. I was just surprised."

Logan nodded slightly. "Hmm. I’m surprised too that the eldest daughter of the Clark Family, who was sent to the countryside, has no idea how to cook."

In the countryside, there wouldn’t have been any maids to care for her. She would have needed to prepare all her meals herself. But judging by her reaction, it was obvious she’d never stepped foot in a kitchen.

Selina froze, worried he’d see through her. Her voice instinctively rose a little. "...Because Uncle Ford took care of me!"

Logan smirked faintly but didn’t expose her lie. "Is that so."

Selina thought he believed her and let out a sigh of relief.

After dinner, she went upstairs, took a nap, and woke up to find it was already past 1 a.m.

Rubbing her eyes, she decided to wash her face. At that moment, her phone buzzed with a message.