Married First, Loved Later : A Flash Marriage with My Ex's 'Uncle' Chapter 33: Fleeing in Embarrassment

Logan, unwilling to let her avoid the subject, gently asked, "Didn’t you tell Noah that the person you married is ?"

Selina awkwardly stamred, "I... I haven’t gotten around to it yet..."

Noah seed montarily choked, unable to say anything for a while. His mind raced as he recalled what Selina had said earlier—her husband cooked for her, drove her to and from school, and was clingy?

Was she talking about Logan?

Selina swallowed nervously, deciding to escape while Noah was still processing. "Mr. Brown, thank you for your help. If there’s nothing else, I’ll be on my way."

Without waiting for a response, she bolted from the office like a startled rabbit, leaving only a blur of her retreating figure.

Logan interrupted Noah’s thoughts. "Selina is the friend you ntioned, the one who owes you a favor?"

Noah snapped back to reality. "Yes, that’s her. What a coincidence. I wasn’t expecting this. But honestly, Selina’s design skills are exceptional—I can’t be her teacher."

Logan’s eyebrow arched.

Exceptional design skills? For Noah to say that, it seed his Mrs. Reid had more than just a casual interest in design, contrary to what she had claid.

Noah, ever composed, took a mont to regain his balance before continuing. "I truly didn’t expect Miss Clark to marry you. She always said she’d only marry soone from the..."

He trailed off, realizing sothing.

Wasn’t Selina supposed to marry soone from the Carter family? Logan wasn’t a Carter—could he have found another way to help her reclaim her inheritance?

Thinking it over, Noah concluded this was the most plausible explanation. "Selina’s had it tough these past years. If you can help her recover Victoria’s inheritance sooner, she won’t have to struggle anymore."

Logan narrowed his eyes. Inheritance?

Selina had never ntioned any inheritance to him. And why was Noah speaking with such certainty, as if Logan had so unique ability to help her get it back?

Selina practically sprinted out of the studio like her life depended on it, gasping for breath once she was outside.

I must’ve picked the wrong day to go out. Just my luck!

After taking five minutes to calm down, her phone rang. It was a director from Clark Group.

"Selina, I heard Noah will be at headquarters tomorrow. Ryan found soone to talk to him, and he’s agreed to accept Natalia’s invitation."

Selina narrowed her eyes. "What’s the sentint in the company?"

The director quickly replied, "Everyone’s full of praise for Natalia, saying she’s dedicated to the company. As for you... well, let’s just say the comnts aren’t great. That pair of mother and daughter are practically over the moon."

Selina chuckled lightly. "Aunt Green, are you sure the person Noah agreed to et is Natalia?"

Director Green hesitated. "Well... that’s what Ryan said. If Natalia didn’t secure the project, why would she be so happy?"

Selina let out a soft laugh, her tone cryptic. "Because she’s foolish."

After hanging up, she sent Noah a ssage to thank him, then attended two classes at City A University before heading ho for an early night.

The next morning, Selina received a reply from Noah: [Selina, I’m heading out now.]

She imdiately got up, washed, and dressed.

After finishing breakfast in the dining room, she was about to leave when a car suddenly pulled up in front of her.

Logan rolled down the window, "I’ll take you."

Selina froze for a mont. "I’m going to Clark Group. It’s in the opposite direction from Reid Group Tower."

Logan replied in a deep voice, "I heard about it from Noah."

"Did you co specifically to drive ?" Selina asked, genuinely touched. The two companies were on opposite ends of the city, which ant Logan would have to go out of his way to drop her off.

As soon as Selina sat in the passenger seat and hadn’t even fastened her seatbelt, Logan casually remarked, "After all, yesterday you told Noah that I wake you up every morning, cook for you personally, and always make sure to drive you around. Waking you up and cooking might not be feasible, but driving you myself is sothing I can manage."

"No, no! That’s not it!" Selina’s vision darkened, and she almost passed out. She hadn’t expected Logan to rember yesterday’s conversation!

"Mr. Reid, don’t misunderstand. I was just making things up."

Logan chuckled softly. His large hand reached over, brushing against hers, sending tingles up her arms until her hands felt almost numb. A mont later, there was a soft click as he fastened her seatbelt.

In a husky voice, he asked, "Mrs. Reid, you’re trembling. What’s making you so nervous?"

Selina felt like no explanation would clear things up, so she slumped back in her seat. "I-I’m not nervous."

Logan’s lips curved in a knowing smile.

Mrs. Reid might have a tough mouth, but her reactions give her away.

Before long, the car pulled up in front of the Clark Group building.

Selina hopped out of the car, glanced around to make sure no one was watching, and hurriedly said, "Thank you for the ride, Mr. Reid. You should head back now."

Logan gazed at her with an amused expression. "Mrs. Reid, do you know what this situation looks like?"

Selina blinked, her brain not catching up. "What does it look like?"

Logan leaned down slightly, his breath brushing her ear as he softly uttered sothing softly.

Selina’s face turned bright red as Logan drove away, leaving her standing there. She clapped her hands over her burning cheeks and squeezed her eyes shut.

...How does she look like she’s having an affair?! All she wanted was for him to leave quickly—how does that look like having an affair?

Logan, usually so poised and detached, actually said sothing like that?

It must be Noah’s influence. He must’ve corrupted him!

Clark Group Headquarters.

News of Natalia securing Noah as the designer had spread through every departnt. The entire Clark Group was on high alert, preparing to welco Noah.

Jas and Katie had even arrived early to oversee the preparations.

As Selina approached the entrance, a manager blocked her path.

"Well, look who it is. Isn’t it our eldest Miss Clark? Miss Selina, the Clark Group is busy hosting an important guest today. We don’t have ti to entertain you. Please leave."

Selina glanced at the man—it was Taylor, the sales departnt manager. Without bothering to respond, she strode past him toward the building.

Taylor, fuming at her audacity, barked, "Stop right there! Who gave you permission to co here? Don’t you know how important today is? Security, throw her out!"

Several guards moved forward, but Selina sidestepped gracefully, her expression icy as she lifted her gaze.

"You just addressed as ’Miss Clark.’ This is my family’s company. Why wouldn’t I be allowed here?"

Taylor’s eyes darted nervously, then he smirked. Knowing that Natalia didn’t like Selina, he seized the opportunity to make things difficult.

"Miss Clark, you should know your place. Sure, you’re the Clark family’s daughter, but you’ve never accomplished anything. The Clark Group doesn’t have a place for soone like you."

Selina let out a cold laugh, her tone sharp. "Anyone who knows better understands you’re just a manager. Those who don’t might think the Clark Group has changed ownership, and you’re running the place now, bossing around like this."

Taylor’s face turned bright red. "You—!"

"What’s going on here?" Natalia’s voice rang out as she hurried over, a look of concern plastered on her face.

"Manager Taylor, are you alright? My sister tends to have a temper—please don’t take it personally."

Selina nearly burst out laughing. Natalia, right in front of everyone, had shifted the bla entirely onto her while pretending to diate.

Her so-called apology only reinforced the impression that Selina was causing trouble!