Married First, Loved Later : A Flash Marriage with My Ex's 'Uncle' novel Chapter 225

Chapter 225: She Couldn’t Deny He Was in Her Heart

Logan stared at the woman in front of him like a starving man, afraid she might vanish in the next second.

"I’m not just loitering," he said softly. "I’m here to take you home."

Without hesitation, Selina replied, "I’m not going back."

Logan’s eyes darkened briefly, then he let out a small, understanding laugh.

"Alright. It’s fine. Stay here and enjoy your time with Damien."

Selina shot him a sharp look.

"Don’t call him by his first name. You two aren’t close!"

What nerve. Damien was her older brother—what did Logan have to do with him?

Logan’s eyes softened at her spirited expression. A hint of a smile played on his lips as he suddenly pressed a hand to his stomach.

Selina noticed. "What’s wrong?"

His voice was hoarse. "I haven’t eaten all day. My stomach hurts."

She immediately recalled something Miller Butler once said—that Logan had grown up struggling, often without enough to eat, which had left him with a chronic stomach condition.

Stomach pain from hunger... there was plenty of food in the kitchen...

Wait, what was she doing? Feeling sorry for this man? No way.

She pulled out her phone. "I’ll call Jack to come pick you up."

Logan let out a quiet sigh.

"Mrs. Reid, do you think I’m the kind of boss who wakes his employees at 2 a.m.?"

Selina choked. "Don’t call me Mrs. Reid!"

Without arguing, Logan took a step back, his tone respectful.

"Okay. Selina. Even if there’s nothing to eat, can I at least come in, sit down, and have a cup of tea before I leave?"

Selina had never seen him this way—brows furrowed, complexion pale—so different from his usual detached demeanor.

Was he... really in pain?

Sure, she didn’t want to give him food, but not even a cup of hot water? That sounded cruel. What if someone saw? They’d say Mr. Brown’s house was so poor they couldn’t even afford to boil water...

With a sharp sigh, she muttered, "Fine. Come in. Rest a bit and then leave."

Logan followed her inside without missing a beat.

In the living room, she kept the lights dim so she wouldn’t wake Damien.

"You wait here. I’ll get you some water—Hey, what are you doing?"

Just as she turned to leave, Logan grabbed her wrist. "I’ll get it myself."

Selina narrowed her eyes. "You sure you’re really in pain? I’ve never seen someone with a stomachache walk that fast."

He raised an eyebrow calmly.

"Selina, I just didn’t want to trouble you. It’s the middle of the night, and you shouldn’t have to take care of a sick man like me."

She almost stammered, almost lost her temper.

"If you hadn’t stood outside in the cold all night, you wouldn’t be sick, and I wouldn’t have to take care of you."

Logan paused and then murmured,

"But what can I do? I just wanted to see you."

Thump.

Thump.

Selina could hear her heart pounding in her chest. The world seemed to fall silent.

She almost softened.

But no—Logan and Angelica’s situation was still unresolved. That was a ticking time bomb. And Angelica had even texted Logan about divorce...

Selina’s softened expression quickly turned cold again.

"There’s steak in the fridge. If you’re hungry, cook it yourself. I’m going to bed."

Logan gave her a gentle nod. "Alright. Rest well."

Selina: "..."

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