Married First, Loved Later : A Flash Marriage with My Ex's 'Uncle' Chapter 45: She Is the Cure

Logan suppressed his heavy breathing, his searing heat almost lting her.

Selina’s expression changed as she quickly spoke, "Logan, let’s get out of here..."

"Be good. Let take care of your revenge first."

His fingertips lightly brushed against her lips, lingering on their softness for a mont as he forced down the intense desire surging within him. Then, his icy gaze swept over the others.

Mr. Wilson lay on the floor, struggling to get up, and roared in frustration, "Who the hell are you? How dare you ruin my fun?! Guards! Take them down!"

Logan let out a cold laugh.

Selina felt a sudden whirl as Logan held her close. In just a few swift moves, he had dispatched Mr. Wilson’s n.

Logan stepped on Mr. Wilson’s wrist, his voice as frigid as ice. "Was it this hand that touched her?"

"Ahhh—!" Mr. Wilson scread like a pig being slaughtered. "Stop! Stop, please!"

Natalia was completely stunned, her gaze fixed on Logan.

She had never seen such a handso, charismatic man before!

And he was standing up for Selina? Could they possibly know each other?

No, no, there was no way Selina knew soone like this. He must have just been disgusted by Mr. Wilson’s actions and stepped in to deliver justice.

She couldn’t let Selina steal this man from her!

Tears welled up in Natalia’s eyes as she covered her mouth, pretending to cry. "Sir, please don’t act impulsively. This is a family matter. Sister, say sothing! Dad is only concerned about you and doesn’t think you should be in a bar. How could you hurt soone like this?"

Jas quickly caught on and added, "Exactly! What’s a college student doing in a bar? I scolded you a little, and now you’re throwing a tantrum?"

From Logan’s embrace, Selina lifted her head. "A family matter? A family matter is when my father tries to force to sleep with Mr. Wilson and his friends for one night?"

The bar patrons, who had been silently watching, turned their incredulous gazes on Jas.

Could this be her real father? Forcing his daughter to spend the night with five or six old n—how could he even think of such a thing?

Jas’s face flushed with anger. "You’re spouting nonsense! It’s you who took a fancy to Mr. Wilson, and you—"

Thud!

Before he could finish, Logan’s foot slamd into Jas’s stomach. Blood spurted from Jas’s mouth as he trembled. "You... you..."

Logan’s icy gaze swept over him. "Get out."

The bar’s security guards quickly stepped in, dragging Jas and the others outside.

Natalia had never been treated so roughly before; her clothes were torn as she scread hysterically, "What are you doing?! Why are you throwing out?! Ah!"

Jas, furious and unwilling to back down, bellowed, "Do you know who I am?!"

The bar manager looked down at him with a mocking smile. "I don’t care who you are. Offending *him* ans you’re finished. Now get lost!"

Jas had never been so humiliated. He wanted to rush back in and slap Selina, but dizziness clouded his vision. "Ungrateful girl... Curse you..."

Natalia, sobbing, climbed into the car. "Daddy, why does Sister treat like this? Aren’t we family?"

Why? Why was Selina so lucky?

Grinding her teeth, Natalia suddenly had an idea. Taking out her phone, she snapped a few pictures of Selina.

Today’s humiliation—she would make Selina pay for it a hundredfold!

Inside the bar, after the bystanders had been cleared out, Logan’s breathing grew heavier.

Selina felt his embrace grow hotter, and she shivered. His fingertip brushed against her lips again, pressing lightly.

Logan’s gaze deepened, dark and intense, fixating on her neck like a wolf studying its prey, deciding where to sink its teeth.

The heat of his gaze felt almost tangible, slowly lting Selina.

Her body weakened, her cheeks flushed. As though she knew what might happen next, she shook her head softly.

"No... Logan, we’re in a bar. There are too many people watching!"

His movents paused, and he pulled away slightly.

Selina let out a breath of relief, but in the next mont, Logan scooped her up and carried her into a dimly lit hallway.

The sounds of the bar faded behind them, leaving only the faint glow of corridor lights. Selina tried to warn him, "The exit isn’t this way..."

Before she could finish, she was suddenly pushed against the wall. Her head spun briefly, and by the ti she tried to resist, it was already too late.

Logan propped one hand against the wall near her waist, trapping her firmly in his embrace. His other hand tilted her chin upward, and without giving her a chance to protest, he kissed her with complete dominance.

Selina’s pupils dilated in shock, and her gasp was swallowed between their lips.

She didn’t know how much ti had passed before he finally ended the kiss, pulling back slightly, his voice hoarse. "To the car."

Selina’s knees buckled as a wave of sha surged through her. "No!"

But even drugged, Logan’s strength was overwhelming. She couldn’t resist as he effortlessly carried her to the backseat.

The partition between the front and back seats rose, sealing the space into a private, enclosed chamber.

Panic set in as Selina stamred, "Logan, y-you need to calm down!"

Sweat dripped from Logan’s temple, and it was clear he was nearing his limit. He easily pinned Selina’s wrists above her head, his breath scorching.

"Mrs. Reid, we’re married."

They were married—so what?

Selina’s mind grew foggy, unable to form coherent thoughts. Her body burned as though her brain couldn’t process anything anymore.

Logan’s voice softened, coaxing her gently. "Don’t be afraid. It’ll be over soon."

What followed felt like a surreal nightmare. Selina was trapped, flipped, and turned repeatedly, her body aching all over.

The man carried her from the car to the bed, where it all began again...

After that, she rembered nothing.

The next morning.

Selina was startled awake by the sound of her alarm. Her eyes shot open, and out of habit, she tried to get out of bed to freshen up.

But the soreness in her body made her collapse back onto the mattress.

She stared at the ceiling, her mind blank, as the mories of the night before slowly ca flooding back. Her cheeks flushed scarlet.

Last night... Logan actually...!

She had never seen Logan so unrestrained. He had said, "It’ll be over soon," but her throat was nearly hoarse, and even when she tried to cry and escape, he had simply carried her back.

The more she thought about it, the hotter her face grew.

Desperately shaking her head, Selina forced herself to stop overthinking. She took a deep breath, gritted her teeth, and got out of bed to wash up.

When she entered the bathroom, she noticed sothing unexpected—her body had already been cleaned.

...At least he had so conscience.

Selina rembered she had a class at City A University that morning. Not wanting to delay, she pushed through the lingering soreness and made her way downstairs. But her legs felt weak and unsteady. Just as she missed a step and was about to tumble down the stairs—

"Mrs. Reid, is this how you plan to attend class?"

Logan caught her effortlessly, his lips curling into a faint smile. "Shall I help you take the day off?"

Selina’s freshly cooled cheeks imdiately burned again.

She had already taken leave last ti. Now she would have to ask again?

Was she seriously going to have to take two ’sick’ days for sothing like this?

Mortified, Selina struggled to speak, her voice laced with sha and frustration. "No... I’m going to class!"

Logan looked at her flushed face and suddenly let out a low chuckle.