Jack immediately backed down. "You know why Jacob is so popular with women? Because he knows how to pretend!"
Logan frowned. "I don’t need other women."
"It’s the same for Madam! They are all women, and the methods 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 meetings..."
"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 some kind of bargaining chip for pity or affection."
Jack rubbed the back of his neck. "But Jacob always does that. I mean, 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 some 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 come down to choose one.
As she entered the massive walk-in closet in the basement, 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 seemed 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 shimmery 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 same 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 Mercy Petal Lamp.
Kyle exchanged a look with Angelica. Fine. Let Selina enjoy her little moment. Once the engagement was officially announced, not even Logan could walk away from it.
Angelica smiled sweetly, every bit the composed heiress. "You actually came, 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 come 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 something? The scope of management 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 something. I’d hate for people to laugh at you."
Kyle smirked. "Angelica’s right. If my dear sister needs something, 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. fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓
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 meant. It’s just... technically, it’s not something Mrs. Reid personally owns—"
"How odd," Selina chimed 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 me the same 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 assume you’re aware of your childhood engagement to Angelica?"
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