Married First, Loved Later : A Flash Marriage with My Ex's 'Uncle' Chapter 10: A Warning Delivered

The man’s lips curved into a faint, elusive smile. Behind the lenses of his gold-rimd glasses, his narrow eyes slightly narrowed, and his gaze collided mid-air with Selina’s.

Selina: "..."

Her throat tightened, and she nearly choked, a wave of panic surging within her. Why is Logan here?! More importantly, how much did he hear?!

She swallowed hard, forcing herself to stay composed as she quickly stepped forward. Tentatively, she asked, "Mr. Reid, when did you arrive?"

Logan glanced at her lazily, his tone unhurried. "Just now."

Selina exhaled in relief. Good. He shouldn’t have seen anything important.

"From the mont Clark Miss kicked that man, I saw everything," Logan added slowly, as if determined to make her embarrassnt complete.

Selina’s just-recovered composure shattered again, her entire body stiffening. Kicking soone counts as ’just now’? This man’s definition of ti is truly unique.

Logan seed to savor her flustered expression, the smile on his lips deepening slightly. There was a gentle warmth to it, yet beneath that warmth lay a chill, like the deceptive spring breeze following a snowstorm.

He stepped closer, his towering figure leaning in slightly. His narrowed eyes glinted with danger. "I saw Ryan grabbing your hand just now, Miss Clark. What were you two discussing?"

His sudden proximity unsettled Selina’s composure.

His breath enveloped her, his low voice enough to make her ears burn. She instinctively noticed the subtle movent of his Adam’s apple and the small mole at the corner of his eye—a strangely alluring touch that added a hint of deadly charm to his already magnetic presence.

It’s a pity... Such an unbelievably attractive man... yet impotent. Selina sighed inwardly, feeling it was a terrible waste.

Still, she couldn’t very well tell Logan, "Your nephew said you’re impotent," could she?

After a brief pause, her eyes darted briefly before she offered a relaxed smile. "Nothing important. Ryan was just being rude, spouting nonsense, and even trying to stir up trouble in our marriage."

As she finished speaking, her gaze betrayed her for a split second, involuntarily flicking downward toward Logan’s lower half. Realizing her blunder, she imdiately snapped her eyes back up as if burned.

Logan noticed the slip and his eyes darkened slightly, narrowing as an enigmatic glint flashed in them.

"Stirring up trouble in our marriage?" His voice was low, devoid of discernible emotion, yet laced with a sharp edge.

Selina shivered, alarms blaring in her mind. What the hell was I thinking? Why did I look there? That’s like poking at soone’s sore spot!

In an attempt to salvage the situation, she hurriedly deflected, pinning the bla back on Ryan. "Ryan wanted to apologize to Natalia. Mr. Reid, can you believe it? He actually thought I’d agree to such nonsense. I got upset and kicked him."

Logan’s smile deepened slightly, his tone faintly amused. "Miss Clark sounds so aggrieved. Are you asking to stand up for you?"

Selina instinctively nodded, then realized how ridiculous she must look. Lowering her head, she mumbled in a quieter voice, "I just think soone like Ryan needs to be taught a lesson."

Logan responded softly, "Very well."

Standing nearby, Jack, Logan’s assistant, shivered involuntarily. What did Ryan do to deserve this? Getting kicked twice by Mrs. Reid wasn’t enough; now Mr. Reid himself is going to "educate" him? And Logan’s "lessons" were sothing only the truly unfortunate had the misfortune of experiencing.

Half an hour later, their car ca to a smooth stop at Sapphire Valley Villa.

Selina stepped out and headed straight for the entrance. Logan followed unhurriedly, his earlier warmth and ease wiped away, replaced by a chilling, dangerous aura. His eyes were sharp as blades, exuding a murderous intent that sent shivers down Jack’s spine.

"Ryan dares to spread rumors about ?" Logan’s voice was calm, almost indifferent, but it carried a bone-chilling cruelty. His gaze lifted slightly, his tone as light as if discussing the weather. "Let him understand the consequences of running his mouth."

Jack’s back stiffened. Cautiously, he asked, "Sir, you an...?"

Logan’s lips curled into a faint smile, but his words were icy enough to suffocate. "Cut it off."

Jack dared not ask, cut off what exactly, and quickly nodded. "Understood, sir."

As Selina pushed open the villa door and bent down to change her shoes, a sarcastic, high-pitched voice drifted out from the living room.

"Mrs. Hayes, rest assured. The matriarch of the Reid Family has made it clear—only Miss Hayes will ever be acknowledged as the future daughter-in-law. That little vixen shouldn’t think she can overstep her bounds. I’ll personally make sure she’s kicked out today! The matriarch said anyone she doesn’t approve of will never step into the Reid Family."

Then, an even haughtier female voice added, "Does she even know her place? Trying to steal my daughter’s position as Mrs. Reid? My daughter grew up with Logan—they’re childhood sweethearts! And this Selina? Who does she think she is, parading around as Mrs. Reid?"

Selina arched a brow, a faintly mocking smile curling her lips. Well, well... Looks like Logan’s quite the "catch." Even if he’s... "deficient" in certain areas, he still seems to have plenty of admirers.

Wilson, the butler, caught sight of Selina standing at the doorway. His eyes flashed with disdain, and he sneered openly, treating her as though she were no more than a servant. "Oh, Miss Clark, you’re back. Perfect timing. The matriarch has issued a command—divorce the young master imdiately. Better start packing."

Selina raised a brow but remained silent.

Mrs. Hayes, irritated by Selina’s lack of reaction, pressed on, her tone sharp and aggressive. "I advise you to do it willingly. If Logan has to personally throw you out, you’ll lose what little dignity you have left. Frankly, I’m embarrassed for you!"

Selina chuckled lightly, her gaze cold and cutting. "Embarrassed? Mrs. Hayes, you’re mistaken. If divorcing Logan is considered shaful, then your precious daughter doesn’t even qualify to feel that sha. What does that make her?"

The words landed like a slap to Mrs. Hayes’s face. She trembled with fury, her expression twisting in rage. Without thinking, she raised her hand. "You... You filthy little brat without a mother!"

The mont her hand swung down, Selina’s eyes turned icy. With a quick sidestep, she effortlessly dodged the slap, then countered with a sharp, unrelenting slap of her own.

"Smack!"

The crisp sound echoed in the silent room.

Mrs. Hayes clutched her face, stunned for a mont before she erupted into a fit of rage. "You dare hit ? You really are a wild, uncultured brat! You stole my daughter’s fiancé and now you dare to strike ? Outrageous! A mistress acting so brazenly!"

Selina’s gaze was frosty, her tone razor-sharp. "Mrs. Hayes, it seems you’re too old to rember your manners. Allow to teach you, on behalf of your ancestors. And this isn’t just about hitting you—" She turned her head slightly. "Jack!"

Jack imdiately stepped forward, his head bowed respectfully. "Madam, what are your orders?"

Selina’s gaze was icy as she pointed with precision. "Show them out."

Mrs. Hayes trembled with anger, her teeth grinding audibly. "How dare you! My daughter is the real future Mrs. Reid! You’re just a nobody—you have no right!"

Selina tilted her head slightly, her smile light but her gaze sharp as a blade. "The future Mrs. Reid? What a pity. I’m the current Mrs. Reid. Now tell , do I have the right to make you leave?"

Mrs. Hayes’s face turned an alarming shade of red, and she raised her hand to strike again. But the cold, oppressive aura radiating from Selina made her falter. She was used to being revered, accustod to seeing others cower before her. She had never faced such humiliation.

"You’ll regret this, Selina! Just you wait. Logan will marry my daughter—"

Before she could finish, the sound of a door opening slowly echoed through the room.

Then ca a deep, frosty male voice, each word like a blade slicing through the air, cutting straight to the bone.

"Mrs. Hayes, since when did the Hayes Family have the right to interfere in my marriage?"