Married First, Loved Later : A Flash Marriage with My Ex's 'Uncle' novel Chapter 305

Chapter 305: Did I Scare You?

Jack’s expression turned sharp.

Logan had been adopted by the Carter family as a child—but their intentions had never been pure.

To them, he was nothing more than a walking blood bank.

Everyone in the Main Carter bloodline carried a hereditary illness—from Old Mr. Carter down to Jacob. Jacob’s condition was especially severe.

Back then, Logan was Jacob’s personal blood supply.

Whenever that golden-boy heir fell ill, Logan—the orphan they’d "taken in"—was bled without mercy.

He was just a kid, passing out from blood loss, and the Carter family didn’t care in the slightest.

As long as their precious heir stayed alive, Logan’s well-being was irrelevant.

It continued like that until Logan finally broke away from them.

But now, over a decade later, the Carters still dared to come knocking?

They must be out of their damn minds.

"Sir, should I send a warning to the Carter family?" Jack asked, voice low.

Logan’s tone was casual, almost lazy. "Have Jaxon come back."

Jack’s eyes lit up.

"You want my brother back? Understood, sir."

...

When they arrived at Sapphire Valley Villa, Selina was still asleep.

Logan didn’t wake her.

Instead, he leaned down, scooped her into his arms, and carried her straight into the master bedroom, gently laying her on the bed.

...

But Selina didn’t sleep well.

Somewhere in the haze of dreaming, she saw a sky full of roses—Blood-red, blooming endlessly.

Beneath her feet, snow. Cold.

And blood spreading across it like paint.

The surreal, disjointed images made her realize:

She was dreaming.

But... dreaming what, exactly?

It felt like someone was whispering urgently in her ear—

"They’re still chasing you—run."

"If I’m not back in an hour, take this path and leave. Got it?"

"Hey, we meet again. I’m glad you’re okay."

"Mm... just a scratch. I’ll live."

"My blood looks like roses? Selina, you’ve got quite the imagination."

"I left a rose on the tenth-floor window. If you’re sure—take it. Okay?"

Selina clutched her forehead.

The words, fuzzy and unreal, sent a sharp ache through her brain.

What the hell was this?

She had no memory of anything like it.

Why would she dream something so strange?

BANG—

A gunshot tore through her ears.

Selina jerked around.

Everything turned crimson. Someone collapsed in front of her.

He was saying something... but she couldn’t hear it.

The wind, the cries, the explosions—they all overwhelmed her hearing.

His voice was faint, like a leaf drifting across water.

She couldn’t hold on to it. It vanished.

A tear slid down Selina’s cheek.

Why?

Who was that man?

Why was she crying?

The dream dissolved.

She stood frozen in the void, unable to move.

"L..."

She thought she called out his name—

But the moment it left her lips, she couldn’t remember what it was.

Selina struggled to wake up, to pull herself free from the dream’s grip—

"Ah!"

She shot up in bed, breathing hard.

Outside the window, the sun was just beginning to set.

Before she could fully gather herself, a familiar male voice sounded:

"Mrs. Reid... dreaming about me?"

Selina whipped around.

Only then did she realize—Logan was sitting quietly at the edge of her bed.

The room was dim.

He hadn’t touched her. Just sat there in silence.

Selina huffed, "I was not dreaming about you."

Logan didn’t even look up.

He simply replied with a light hum,

"Not dreaming about me? Then why were you calling my name?"

Selina’s throat tightened.

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