Married First, Loved Later : A Flash Marriage with My Ex's 'Uncle' novel Chapter 144

Chapter 144: He Didn’t Want to Hide It from Her Anymore

As soon as the words left Selina’s lips, the entire room fell into a dead silence.

Amelia’s face flushed red, then turned deathly pale, her fear spreading like wildfire through her body.

It looked as if she had to use every ounce of her willpower just to keep her expression calm.

"Selina, stop spouting nonsense!" She forced a laugh before turning to Logan, "She’s just trying to drive a wedge between us! And you’re just going to stand there and let her?"

But Logan’s gaze was completely unreadable.

"Actually," he said, his tone light, yet firm, "I think Selina has a point."

Amelia instinctively raised her voice, trying to mask her panic.

"I favor Owen because I watched him grow up! A person isn’t made of stone—feelings develop over time. Logan, surely you understand that?"

Selina’s eyes flashed with ridicule.

Logan cast a casual glance at Amelia. "If you’re so certain I’m your biological son, then what’s the harm in a DNA test?"

Selina blinked innocently.

"Exactly! These days, you don’t even need a blood sample—just a single hair is enough. Mrs. Perry, are you afraid?"

"I am NOT afraid!"

Amelia’s face went ghostly pale, her voice trembling as she struggled to keep it steady.

"I just... I just think this is unnecessary! Logan is my son—why should I have to prove it? That’s ridiculous! I have important matters to attend to—I’m leaving!"

And with that, she grabbed Owen and practically fled the room.

Selina smirked in satisfaction.

"That’s all she’s got? And she still thinks she can stir up trouble?"

Logan chuckled, amusement flickering in his gaze. "Mrs. Reid, are you done playing?"

Selina’s posture stiffened slightly, but she remained shamelessly composed.

"Playing? I wasn’t playing. I was standing up for you."

Logan took a slow step forward, his voice low and teasing. "Then should I be thanking Mrs. Reid?"

Selina nodded confidently. "If you want to, I wouldn’t object."

Logan studied her quietly for a long moment, then suddenly smiled.

"Should I take this as a sign that you care about me?"

...Care?

Selina’s brain briefly short-circuited.

She had only been angry at Amelia’s treatment of Logan.

After all, Logan had never experienced real maternal love.

She just thought it was unfair.

Did that count as caring?

Logan’s lips curled slightly. "I’d say it does. Otherwise, why would Mrs. Reid get so worked up on my behalf?"

"Though," he added, his voice taking on a hint of admonishment, "you shouldn’t be so reckless next time."

Selina’s eyes flickered with guilt.

Okay... maybe she had been a little impulsive when she knocked Owen out cold.

If word got out, it might cause trouble for Logan.

But she still didn’t think she was wrong.

Just as she was about to defend herself, Logan spoke again.

"That being said..."

"I think Mrs. Reid did a good job."

Selina: "...Huh?"

Logan’s voice was calm, unhurried.

"I never said you couldn’t hit people."

"I just meant that next time, you should let me do it for you—so you don’t hurt your own hands."

As he spoke, his fingers lightly traced over her reddened palm.

"Understood?"

Selina’s mind went blank.

Wait—so when he said ’reckless,’ he didn’t mean she shouldn’t hit Owen...

He meant she shouldn’t hurt herself while doing it?

Realizing this, Selina’s face heated uncontrollably. _{frёeweɓηovel.coɱ}

Her thoughts became a jumbled mess.

For a few seconds, she didn’t know what to say.

To cover up her flustered state, she quickly changed the subject.

"Oh, right! Logan, why does Owen call himself the ’Second Young Master of the Reid Family’?"

Logan’s smile deepened slightly. "Because his last name is Reid."

"But... but..."

Selina racked her brain.

Logan was supposed to be the heir of the Carter Family—so how did Owen end up as the second young master of the Reid Family?

And even earlier, when she called Amelia ’Madam Reid,’ Amelia didn’t correct her.

Could it be that Amelia had married someone from the Reid Family?

Downstairs, Logan didn’t even hesitate before rejecting the assistant outright.

The assistant didn’t argue. Instead, he sighed regretfully.

"The Master’s health is deteriorating. He truly hopes to see you once more... as his grandson."

"Young Master Logan, should you ever change your mind, please don’t hesitate to contact me."

Logan’s eyes flashed with mockery.

Old Mr. Carter misses him?

What a joke.

If only his connection to the Carter Family wasn’t such a closely guarded secret in high society—he’d love to let the world see just how hypocritical and disgusting they truly were.

"Miller, from now on, no one from the Carter Family is allowed past these gates."

Miller nodded immediately. "Understood, sir. But... what if Old Mr. Carter himself shows up? The Carter Family must be regretting their past choices—they might try to seek your support."

Logan lazily twirled a cherry between his fingers.

"I treat every Carter the same."

His tone was calm, but the sarcasm was razor-sharp.

Miller understood instantly. "I’ll make sure of it."

Logan continued, "And if Selina ever asks about my connection to the Carter Family, don’t bother hiding it."

Miller blinked in surprise.

"Sir, but... that’s your secret. You trust Madam that much?"

Trust?

Logan let out a soft chuckle.

That little troublemaker was only staying because she wanted Victoria’s inheritance.

What if she decided to divorce him the moment she found out he wasn’t actually a Carter?

It was best to let her know just enough.

—Enough to reassure her that even if her husband’s last name wasn’t Carter, she’d still get her inheritance.

Besides... Logan was starting to hate keeping things from her.

"It doesn’t matter. The truth about me and the Carter Family will come out sooner or later. Until then, I don’t want to hear anything about them."

Miller bowed respectfully.

The assistant’s visit was nothing more than a minor inconvenience.

But just as that matter was settled—

Jack suddenly pushed the door open, his face grim.

"Sir..."