Married First, Loved Later : A Flash Marriage with My Ex's 'Uncle' novel Chapter 96

Chapter 96: The Mysterious Woman on the Phone

"I’m looking at..."

Selina hesitated, wondering how to respond. Suddenly, her eyes lit up as inspiration struck:

"I’m just looking at you... at your face! I’ve never seen a man as handsome as Mr. Reid. I lost myself for a moment!"

Logan: "..."

They had been standing at the entrance for too long, drawing glances from passing women. A few hushed whispers reached them:

"He’s so handsome."

"What an elegant man."

"That face is better than any celebrity’s."

Selina seized the opportunity, raising her voice confidently:

"You see? Everyone’s saying it. Mr. Reid, you’re so perfect—what’s wrong with me admiring you?"

Logan let out a soft chuckle. "Why look at me? Do you like me?"

Selina’s brain short-circuited. Wait, was that what she had just implied?

Logan leaned in slightly, his face closing the distance between them. When their lips were just an inch apart, he stopped.

Selina’s scalp tingled, and she instinctively shut her eyes—

"If you like me, why not take a closer look?" His voice was low, tinged with amusement. "Mrs. Reid, I’m only letting you look."

Then, without a care for the surrounding crowd, he pulled her into his arms. His breath tickled her neck, sending a shiver down her spine.

Selina’s knees suddenly buckled, and with a soft thud, she collapsed against his chest.

Her lips brushed against his—no, not his lips, but his Adam’s apple.

For a moment, Selina’s mind went blank. The sensation lingered, making her cheeks burn hotter.

Damn it! Was there still time to explain?!

Logan froze briefly before laughing softly. "Throwing yourself at me? Mrs. Reid, you’ll go to any lengths to avoid my questions. Fine, I won’t ask anymore."

Selina resigned herself to her fate, closing her eyes. "..." _{fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com}

If pretending was the only way to escape this, then so be it.

So, without a hint of shame, she wrapped her arms around his waist and whispered weakly:

"I like you. I like you the most. I wasn’t looking at anything else—I was just looking at you."

Logan decided to stop teasing her. "Now that you’ve secured your inheritance of Clark Group, what’s your next move?"

Selina blinked, her expression turning sly. "Clark Group is riddled with holes, drowning in debt. It may look impressive on the surface, but honestly, I don’t see much value in inheriting it."

Logan raised a brow. "Oh? So I went out of my way to help, only for you to say it was a wasted effort?"

"Of course not." A glint flashed in Selina’s eyes, signaling a scheme brewing in her mind. "Mr. Reid cleared the path for me. Now, everything else will be much easier."

"Clark Group was originally Victory Group, a company my mother founded."

Her gaze darkened. "But for the past twenty years, Clark Group has been eaten away by parasites. It’s rotten from top to bottom—beyond saving."

So rather than waste time fixing it, she might as well burn it all down and rebuild from scratch.

Logan narrowed his eyes. Mrs. Reid’s decisiveness impressed him. To give up Clark Group so easily... if—

Ring, ring, ring.

Logan’s private phone rang.

He hesitated for a moment before answering. After listening for a few seconds, his brows arched slightly.

Selina was surprised. Who could have called Logan on his private line?

Whoever it was must be important.

Logan only spoke for about thirty seconds before nodding. "Got it. I’ll come pick you up then."