Married First, Loved Later : A Flash Marriage with My Ex's 'Uncle' novel Chapter 267

Chapter 267: Completely Not Jealous

Logan watched Selina racking her brain, piling on compliments about Rowan. He suddenly leaned down.

"Mrs. Reid, do you know Rowan’s real identity?"

In the design world, most people used an alias when releasing work—Rowan was obviously not a real name. And she didn’t know who he truly was.

But did that matter?

She just wanted Logan to feel what it was like to have a rival.

"Of course I do!" Selina lied with confidence. "Rowan’s real identity is the CEO of a publicly listed company. Took over at eighteen. Ruthless, brilliant. Nobody believed in him at first, but now he’s the top dog—what he says goes."

Logan raised a brow, amused.

If her eyes hadn’t betrayed her, he might’ve believed she really knew.

"Rowan" was the name Logan used years ago when he first returned to the Reid Family and quietly submitted a few jewelry sketches. Back then, he’d met a stubborn, passionate teenage girl—barely fifteen—who begged to learn design. So he’d taught her a bit.

Later, he heard the girl was doing well and let it go, never asking her name.

He didn’t expect to find out like this... that the clingy, curious little student who’d pouted over every sketch was now his wife.

Selina swallowed hard.

Wait. Everything she said... it kind of described Logan. Was he going to misunderstand?

"I mean, I might be exaggerating a little, but you can’t deny Rowan is one of the best out there."

Logan smiled faintly. "True."

Selina frowned. Why didn’t he look the least bit jealous? She was praising another man to his face, and he just... smiled?

Was she not trying hard enough?

She cleared her throat. "Since you asked if we’ve ever met, I’ll tell you."

"We have. It was snowing. I wasn’t dressed warmly. He took off his coat and draped it over my shoulders—Logan, what are you doing?"

Snowflakes drifted from the sky. Logan handed her his coat.

"Nothing. Go on."

Selina paused, then added seriously, "He confessed to me. I turned him down, but... he was the first person to ever say he liked me. He means a lot."

Logan: "..." He didn’t remember confessing. Unless... Mrs. Reid had a thing for him seven years ago?

He pinched his brow. "You were what—fifteen? That Rowan of yours sounds questionable."

Selina nearly choked. "..."

Why wasn’t he jealous about someone confessing to her? Why was he focused on the guy’s intentions?

Just as she was about to argue, a few sheets of paper were placed in her hands.

She looked down—and froze.

They were design sketches. All wedding ring drafts. Ten pairs in total. Each with a different aesthetic.

But the sharp lines, the unique flow—she recognized them instantly.

They were Rowan’s.

All of them.

How could it be Rowan?!

Why were Rowan’s design drafts in Logan’s hands?!

Selina’s face froze in shock. Her voice stuttered.

"Y-You... You and Rowan..." _{freewebnøvel.coɱ}

Logan raised a brow, calm as ever.

"Oh right, I forgot to mention—I’ve been working with Rowan for years."

Technically true. Designing for himself counted as "collaboration," didn’t it?

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