Married First, Loved Later : A Flash Marriage with My Ex's 'Uncle' Chapter 255: Public Display of Affection

Jack imdiately backed down. "You know why Jacob is so popular with won? Because he knows how to pretend!"

Logan frowned. "I don’t need other won."

"It’s the sa for Madam! They are all won, and the thods apply to them!"

Jack glanced around, then leaned in conspiratorially. "Sir, the first step to romance is making her feel for you. You gave her antiques, now tell her you cleared your schedule just to accompany her tomorrow. Say you canceled important etings..."

"No."

Logan cut him off without hesitation, his tone even. "If I care about her, I won’t use what I do for her as so kind of bargaining chip for pity or affection."

Jack rubbed the back of his neck. "But Jacob always does that. I an, that’s what all the dating guides say..."

Logan raised a brow, visibly unimpressed. "Have you ever been in a relationship?"

Jack wilted. "...Not exactly..."

"Then how do you know it works?" Logan rubbed his temples, Selina’s smile still vivid in his mind. He stood up. "Forget it. Ask Luke instead."

Jack: "...?"

How is it his fault he’s single?! He’s Reid Group’s top assistant—too busy to date! Shouldn’t Logan take so responsibility for that?

...

The next morning, Selina had just gotten up and was about to look into details for the antique exhibition when Miller Butler told her her dresses had been delivered and asked her to co down to choose one.

As she entered the massive walk-in closet in the basent, she found Logan already dressed in a tailored tux.

"You’re going too?"

"I was invited by the Morris family. Of course I’m going."

"Oh. Then let’s go together," Selina said casually and started flipping through dresses.

She wasn’t particular about what she wore, so she grabbed one that seed fine and was about to change when Logan cleared his throat.

"That one’s... average."

Selina blinked and looked down at the dress in her hands. "Okay, I’ll pick another."

"That one’s no good either."

"What about this?"

"Doesn’t suit you."

...

After going through nearly the entire rack, Logan still wasn’t satisfied!

Selina’s forehead twitched. "Honestly, I don’t think it matters that much what I wear..."

"I think this one’s nice."

Logan suddenly handed her a midnight-blue gown with peacock blue accents. The black base was scattered with shimry threads, glowing softly under the lights.

It was beautiful. But...

"You like this one?" Selina asked suspiciously. "It kind of matches your suit."

Logan’s suit was black with the sa hint of peacock blue in the lining and cufflinks. When paired with her dress, it looked unmistakably like a couple’s outfit.

The thought shocked her. Was Logan deliberately pushing for matching outfits? Is that why he rejected all the others?

Logan shrugged, casually. "The color’s nice. Let’s go. We’re running late."

Selina: "..."

No way. Logan wasn’t that kind of guy. The match had to be coincidental.

But Logan, watching her change into the dress, smiled in obvious satisfaction.

Hmm. Luke was right.

If you want to stake your claim, you dress like a couple.

...

Aside from the antiques Logan gave her, Selina also brought along a keepsake from her mother—a rare rcy Petal Lamp.

According to her mother’s notes, the lamp dated back to the 17th century and had been obtained from a close friend. She’d written that Selina should bring it to a few exhibitions—it might just help her reconnect with that friend one day.

Selina didn’t expect much, but since it was an antique exhibition, she decided to bring it along.

As they stepped into the grand ballroom, the place buzzed with murmured gossip and small groups whispering among themselves.

"Is Angelica showing up with the Morris family tonight?"

"Yeah, the Morris family hasn’t held the official family reunion yet, but this is basically it. Chairman Morris bringing her out tonight is their way of publicly announcing she’s their daughter."

"Then she’s probably bringing sothing impressive to show off."

"Exactly. I heard she’s presenting a seventeenth-century rcy Petal Lamp—supposedly to wow everyone. Classic Morris style."

"Mr. Reid’s attending too. Think the Morris family might bring up that old engagent? If they do..."

"Shh!" soone hushed them sharply.

Everyone turned—and froze in shock.

At so point, Selina and Logan had arrived and were standing right there.

"Are they... in matching outfits?"

"Wait, who said Mrs. Reid wasn’t loved?"

"But Mr. Reid’s engaged to Angelica, right? Isn’t Selina stealing soone else’s fiancé?"

Selina calmly scanned the room. Nearly everyone seed to be talking about that so-called engagent.

"Mr. Reid!" a voice called from behind.

Kyle walked up, arm linked with Angelica’s, casting a dismissive glance at Selina before offering Logan his hand. "A pleasure. Angelica ntions you often."

Logan glanced at the outstretched hand, then at Kyle. "Sorry. Don’t know you."

Kyle’s smile froze mid-air.

He wasn’t stupid. That brush-off wasn’t about him—it was about how he’d looked down on Selina.

Trying to keep up appearances in front of the crowd, Kyle forced a strained smile. "And Mrs. Reid... welco."

Logan let out a low, mocking laugh.

Kyle exchanged a look with Angelica. Fine. Let Selina enjoy her little mont. Once the engagent was officially announced, not even Logan could walk away from it.

Angelica smiled sweetly, every bit the composed heiress. "You actually ca, Selina. I’m curious, what piece did you bring to the exhibition?"

It was standard etiquette—everyone had to bring an antique to the exchange. It was a way to network and make deals.

And as far as Angelica knew... Selina had nothing.

She had taken all of Victoria’s remaining pieces from the Clark estate. Selina should’ve co empty-handed—and tonight, she’d be utterly humiliated.

Selina didn’t even glance her way. "Why do you care? You live by the sea or sothing? The scope of managent is so broad!"

"You—" Angelica choked, then pretended to sigh. "I was just concerned. If you didn’t bring anything, my brother could lend you sothing. I’d hate for people to laugh at you."

Kyle smirked. "Angelica’s right. If my dear sister needs sothing, of course I’d help. Consider it a favor—"

"Do I look dead to you?"

Logan’s voice cut through like a knife—calm, but laced with unmistakable danger.

His eyes were flat, lifeless, with a chilling edge that sent a cold shiver through the air.

"Or is it that, in Young Master Morris’s eyes, I’m so poor I can’t even afford to give my wife a proper antique?"

Silence.

Kyle stiffened. "That’s not what I ant. It’s just... technically, it’s not sothing Mrs. Reid personally owns—"

"How odd," Selina chid in, blinking innocently. "Are Angelica’s antiques all things she bought with her own money?"

She tilted her head. "So, you’re allowed to shower Angelica with gifts, but my husband can’t love the sa way? How does that make sense? Angelica, don’t you agree?"

Angelica: "..."

This bitch.

Fine. Let her have her fun for now. Let’s see how long she can keep that smug face.

Angelica gave Kyle a look.

Kyle caught the cue and stepped forward. "Mr. Reid, I assu you’re aware of your childhood engagent to Angelica?"