Married First, Loved Later : A Flash Marriage with My Ex's 'Uncle' novel Chapter 550

Chapter 550: Thanks in Advance

Selina was stunned.

It was Logan who had rejected Paula. It was Logan who had mocked Paula. And yet in the end, Paula put all the blame on her? What kind of twisted logic was that?

Paula kept crying. "If it weren’t for you, I would’ve married Brother Logan a long time ago!"

Selina almost laughed out loud. A duke’s daughter, and her biggest dream in life was just to marry Logan? Was something wrong with her head?

Logan’s gaze was icy. "There are no ifs."

Then he turned to Miller Butler. "Miller, please show them out."

The moment Paula heard she was about to be thrown out, she panicked. She shot Amelia a desperate look.

Amelia put on the act of a caring, thoughtful mother. "If Logan doesn’t want a divorce, then so be it. But Paula came all this way—she’s still a guest. Surely letting her stay here at Sapphire Valley Villa for a while isn’t too much to ask?"

Amelia sighed. "Selina, you’re a woman too. Put yourself in her shoes. If you were deeply in love with someone you couldn’t have, wouldn’t you also feel hurt? Paula only wants to stay near Logan for a while. Be understanding—don’t be so childish."

Selina lifted her gaze. "And why should I put myself in Miss Paula’s shoes?"

"Because—"

"The one who should be putting herself in Paula’s shoes... is you, Mrs. Perry."

Selina nodded, her words laced with meaning, then added softly, "After all..."

She didn’t finish the sentence, but everyone seemed to understand.

Yes—after all... everyone present knew exactly how Amelia had risen to her current position.

And now Miss Paula—first demanding Logan divorce Selina, then demanding to move into his home—was treating Selina as if she didn’t exist.

Wasn’t that exactly how Amelia had once boldly moved into Anna and Daniel’s home?

Paula, too, suddenly understood Selina’s insinuation, and gnashed her teeth. "How dare you insult me?"

Selina widened her eyes in mock surprise. "Insult you? Not at all. I merely thought Miss Paula and Mrs. Perry got along so well, which is why I said Mrs. Perry was the one who could truly empathize with you. Why would you take that as an insult? Unless..."

Her voice shifted, sharp as a blade. "Unless you also think Amelia rose to power as a mistress, immoral and unworthy of being compared to you?"

...

...

Everyone: "..."

Amelia nearly fainted from fury, while Paula finally realized she had walked right into Selina’s trap!

"You—you..." Paula stammered in rage before shouting shamelessly, "I’m staying here no matter what! What can you do about it? This isn’t even your house—it’s Brother Logan’s!"

Selina clicked her tongue twice. "What can I do? Nothing. If you want to stay, stay. I won’t stop you."

Even Amelia was puzzled. Since when had Selina become so agreeable?

Then Logan’s voice cut in. "If Selina doesn’t mind, I do. Miller."

Miller Butler stepped forward. "Mrs. Perry, Miss Paula—this way, please."

Paula had just been elated by Selina’s apparent agreement, but now, hearing Logan’s order, her eyes went wide. "Selina agreed!"

Logan’s tone was cool. "And what of it? Selina’s agreement doesn’t matter. I don’t agree. After all, this is my house, not hers."

Selina: "..." Hahaha!

The other servants nearly burst out laughing, struggling to hold it in.

Paula suddenly realized she had fallen into yet another trap—Logan had turned her own words against her!

Paula’s eyes flickered with calculation. She quickly dialed Ronald. "Do me a favor. When the finals come, investigate Selina’s perfume..."

...

After the group was driven out, Selina went to the dining room and had a few bites of breakfast. Then, as if struck by a thought, she asked, "Are you certain Amelia once saved Paula’s life?"

To be honest, with how Amelia acted—mocked by Paula yet still swallowing her pride—it didn’t add up to the role of a supposed lifesaver.

It wasn’t that every benefactor demanded repayment, but Amelia’s personality wasn’t one to humble herself. If she had truly saved Paula’s life, if she were the duke’s honored guest, she would see herself as superior. She would believe Paula’s life belonged to her.

And even if reality forced Amelia to flatter Paula, her eyes would still carry scorn. Because in Amelia’s "savior" mindset, Paula’s life was hers—so how could she ever cower before her?

Something didn’t feel right to Selina.

Logan answered with a low hum. "That’s what the records say. Even the duke confirmed Paula had known Amelia since childhood."

Selina clicked her tongue. Had she overthought it?

Maybe Amelia’s tolerance was simply because Paula belonged to the royal family of Country Y?

Shaking the thought away, Selina didn’t bother to dwell on it. She glanced at the clock. "The finals begin next week."

The finalist list had already been announced. Out of a thousand semifinalists, only fifty remained.

Of those fifty, only eight were from Country M. The other forty-two were all from Country Y.

Selina frowned slightly. "The ratio seems off. I noticed it in the semifinals, but now it’s even more outrageous."

Most outsiders would simply shrug and say, Country Y is the land of perfume. Their perfumers are naturally better than ours.

But Logan’s eyes turned cold. He didn’t answer her question—he only said, "Once this perfume convention is over, I’ll host a separate one in Country M."