Married First, Loved Later : A Flash Marriage with My Ex's 'Uncle' Chapter 265: An Unwelcome Guest

The woman completely ignored Selina, her breath warm and flirtatious. "Logan, darling, the night’s long and lonely... don’t you feel a little empty? How about we... connect a little?"

Selina’s eyes narrowed slowly.

Sothing was off. This woman didn’t seem like just a server delivering wine. Her presence, her confidence—it was giving "spoiled heiress" more than "waitstaff."

But the most important part? She was here, which ant she had so connection to Logan. And now she was draping herself all over him in plain sight...

"Logan, say sothing. I’m up for anything you want to play with, I—ah! Logan!"

Logan casually pushed her off without even looking at her. The woman stumbled, landing in an exaggerated pose, chest half exposed and lips bitten, giving Selina a perfect view of her intentions.

Selina was officially pissed.

Was this chick blind? Did she not see her sitting right here?

At least pretend to have so sha while trying to seduce soone’s husband.

"Stop playing around, Miss Riley Nelson," Logan said flatly.

"Logan, you’re being so an... I’ve had a crush on you for years. Ugh, whatever, I knew this wouldn’t work." She laughed, unbothered, flicking her hair. "You really haven’t changed at all. Still as stiff as ever—classic emotionally unavailable man."

Selina raised a brow.

Logan frowned. "Get up. Fix your dress. Or I’ll have your brother co get you."

"Okay, okay. God, it’s impossible to get any sympathy out of you."

Riley threw on a coat and flopped casually into the seat next to Logan like she owned the place. She took a few bites of food, then—almost as an afterthought—glanced at Selina.

"And who’s this?"

Logan didn’t even look up. "My wife."

Selina propped her chin on her hand, eyes flicking between the two. Sothing felt... weird.

She was sitting right here, yet Riley had barely acknowledged her. From the mont she walked in, Selina had felt a strange, crawling discomfort—not because Riley was beautiful, but because sothing about her just didn’t sit right.

The vibe was fake.

Riley froze for half a second, then jumped to her feet, face full of regret.

"Oh my God, she’s your wife? I’m so sorry! I thought she was just one of your guests! Mrs. Reid, I didn’t an anything by it—I wasn’t trying to hit on Logan, really! Right, Logan? Tell her."

"I’m really sorry," she added, laying it on thick. "I just got back from overseas, didn’t even know Logan got married! If I’d known, I’d never have been so rude. I’ve known Logan forever—we grew up together, I’m kind of like one of the boys, you know? Total tomboy energy. Please don’t let this cause a fight between you two!"

Selina raised a brow again. That itch of discomfort returned in full force.

She dropped her gaze and smiled. "It’s fine. Miss Nelson, I know it wasn’t intentional. I wouldn’t be upset over sothing so small. Logan and I have a strong relationship. A misunderstanding like this isn’t enough to rattle us."

As she spoke, she studied Riley’s face.

But Riley didn’t even flinch. Instead, she smiled like Selina’s words had touched her heart. "That’s such a relief. Honestly, I used to worry no woman would ever go for him. He’s so stiff and emotionally clueless... I an, calling him a hopeless straight guy is honestly being kind."

Selina listened to her carefully, but sothing felt... off.

A so-called "childhood buddy" of Logan, soone who claid to worry no one would ever want him? The whole thing didn’t sit right with her. The tone, the words—it all rubbed Selina the wrong way.

Yet Riley’s face remained perfectly natural, like she ant every word.

Could Miss Nelson really just be... that clueless?

Riley turned back to Logan and said, "Logan, you’ve got such a wonderful wife now—you’d better treat her right. And please, stop wasting ti on Angelica. That woman..."

She made a face of obvious distaste, then looked over at Selina. "Mrs. Reid, Logan hasn’t been getting too close to Angelica, has he? You really have to keep an eye on him. I know that girl too well—total green tea, the type who lives to seduce n."

Selina paused for a second, then asked quietly, "Miss Nelson, you know Angelica?"

"Of course. I’ve t her," Riley sighed, like the mory disgusted her. "Honestly, it’d be best if Logan had nothing to do with her. But apparently, Angelica saved his life four years ago..."

Logan’s eyes flickered. "How do you know the girl from four years ago was Angelica?"

He rembered clearly—when he tracked down his supposed "savior," Riley had still been living overseas. The Nelson family wasn’t even in City A. So how did she know?

Riley smiled breezily. "Funny story, actually. I only rembered after seeing Angelica in person. Four years ago, during that huge snowstorm in City H, a girl wandered into the hotel I was at and asked to borrow my phone. I didn’t trust her—thought she might be a scamr—so I said no. But now, thinking back, that girl looked just like Angelica. And that was around the sa ti you went missing, wasn’t it?"

"When you put the pieces together, it just makes sense—Angelica must be the one who saved you."

As she spoke, Riley discreetly watched Selina’s face, her expression calm—though sothing darker lingered beneath her eyes.

The mont Riley ntioned "City H" and "borrowed a phone," Selina’s temples throbbed. There was a strange, buried pain there, as if a mory was clawing its way to the surface.

But when she tried to focus, her mind went blank.

...Was she overthinking?

Logan lowered his gaze slightly. Riley claiming to have seen Angelica four years ago was suspicious—especially since he’d just begun to question whether Angelica was truly the girl who saved him. And now, suddenly, here was a convenient "witness"?

His voice ca out low and scratchy. "Why were you even in City H four years ago?"

Riley, as always, played it cool. "There was a piano competition in City H. I made my brother bring to watch it. I think Bella from the Hayes family was one of the contestants."

Piano competition!

Selina’s eyes snapped open. Bella had ntioned sothing like that—Selina herself might’ve competed too. But she had no mory of it.

Oddly enough, Riley hadn’t ntioned seeing her at all.

Was it Riley who was suspicious—or was she just being paranoid?

Logan masked every flicker of doubt behind his usual calm, then cut the conversation short. "Order two more dishes."

"Sure!" Riley grinned.

Logan stood up. "Selina, let’s go."

Riley’s expression tightened, if only slightly, though she covered it with practiced ease. "You’re leaving already?"

"Already ate," Logan replied flatly, not even sparing her a glance as he wrapped an arm around Selina and walked toward the exit.

Selina’s eyes sparkled. Just as they reached the door, she turned with a bright, polite smile. "Miss Nelson, we’ll be heading out now. Since you’re Logan’s friend, feel free to visit us anyti. We’re picking out engagent rings soon—I’d love to get your opinion."

Riley’s throat bobbed, her fingers curling into tight fists.