Married First, Loved Later : A Flash Marriage with My Ex's 'Uncle' novel Chapter 309

Chapter 309: Selina Reveals a Long-Held Hidden Skill

Selina’s face flushed bright red—whether from anger or embarrassment, even she couldn’t tell.

"Logan, having vivid fantasies is a medical condition!"

Logan didn’t argue. He casually rebuttoned his robe.

"I don’t need acupuncture."

Selina turned away, her playful tone vanishing.

"Mr. Reid, did you know your blindness is caused by poisoning?"

It wasn’t night blindness.

It wasn’t temporary.

It was straight-up—poison.

Logan’s expression didn’t change. He answered plainly, "Yeah."

Selina blinked.

"You knew?"

"You want to ask why I haven’t tried to cure it?" Logan said, completely unfazed.

"Because it’s incurable. It can only be suppressed. So acupuncture’s pointless."

Luckily, the poison was under control.

Worst case? He’d go blind.

And in Logan’s mind, eyesight wasn’t nearly as critical as staying alive.

As long as he lived, certain people wouldn’t dare make a move.

Going blind was inevitable.

Acupuncture would be a waste of Selina’s effort—completely useless.

So... why bother?

Selina’s heart sank.

She had never seen this side of Logan before—

So calm, so resigned, as if blindness didn’t even matter to him.

As if those eyes... didn’t even belong to him.

Was he refusing treatment because he was afraid to hope?

But how did he know acupuncture wouldn’t work... unless he tried?

Her eyes shifted. Then, with a theatrical sigh, she muttered, "Ugh."

Logan looked up.

Selina spoke with exaggerated grievance, "Logan, we’re in the same boat now, you know that, right?"

"What if you really lose your sight one day? What happens to me?"

Logan’s fingers froze.

Selina went on, tone wistful and guilt-tripping, "I mean, I’m so delicate. If you can’t even take care of yourself, how could you possibly protect me? And if your enemies can’t get to you... would they come for me instead?"

Logan: "..."

Selina turned up the drama.

"The Reid Family is eyeing you like a hawk, the Carter Family’s no better, and me? I’m just a clueless, helpless little woman—"

Logan brought a fist to his lips and gave a soft, dry cough.

Helpless?

She really had the nerve to say that?

He shut his eyes briefly.

When he opened them again, his voice was low and husky.

"Mrs. Reid, what are you waiting for? Weren’t you going to do acupuncture?"

She’d gone so far as to whine and beg just to help him.

How could he say no?

Even though he knew—

She’d probably end up disappointed.

Selina disinfected the needles and helped him remove his robe.

But when she saw his back—

Her pupils shrank in shock.

She had seen Logan shirtless before.

His body bore countless old scars—wounds from the Carter and Reid families.

But now there were new ones. Fresh marks. Tiny punctures.

Logan’s current status meant no one could touch him anymore.

So the only person who could’ve inflicted those wounds... was himself.

Selina’s nose stung.

She suddenly understood.

Before she ever offered acupuncture, Logan had already tried treatment.

Tried, and failed.

That’s why he’d given up.

A wave of heartache consumed her.

Even her breath trembled.

This man—

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