Married First, Loved Later : A Flash Marriage with My Ex's 'Uncle' novel Chapter 315

Chapter 315: Snatched Away

Selina looked up.

The once-bustling auction hall seemed to fall eerily quiet.

Kyle stood at the entrance, jaw clenched and expression grim. "Get out," he spat.

Selina felt an odd flicker in her chest but kept her tone calm. "You own this auction house?"

"Selina, you’d better not push me."

All Kyle could see was Angelica crying these past few days—refusing to eat, refusing to sleep, whispering "Mom" in her dreams. His heart ached.

Katie had indeed committed unforgivable acts, but she also raised Angelica. Her maternal role wasn’t meaningless.

And... Kyle couldn’t help but think of his own mother.

So when he saw Selina here, completely unaffected, a wave of hate surged up. "I said get out!"

People began turning to look.

Some recognized Kyle and Selina immediately, whispering among themselves. But Kyle—normally one to care about appearances—was too fixated on driving her out to notice.

Selina narrowed her eyes. Something was clearly off about Kyle tonight.

Freya was furious. "Young Master Morris, didn’t your family teach you manners? You think you can just order people around? Oh—I get it. Angelica ran to you crying again, huh? So now you want to stick up for Katie?"

Those around them started to piece things together. Katie’s imprisonment had been headline news.

It was one thing for Angelica to be heartbroken—but Kyle getting involved?

Kyle’s eyes were bloodshot. He snapped at Freya, "Shut up! Selina, you have two options. Walk out now—or stay and be the Morris Family’s enemy forever!"

The auction manager rushed over, clearly panicked—he couldn’t afford to offend either party.

Selina, however, looked at Kyle like he’d grown an extra head.

"Young Master Morris, haven’t I already offended your family enough?" she said evenly. "Pretty sure I burned that bridge a long time ago."

So really, what was one more threat?

The manager stepped in quickly, "Mr. Morris, please—calm down. You and Miss Clark are seated in separate boxes."

Kyle, realizing he had to stay if he wanted to get Angelica a gift, gritted his teeth. "Fine. But Selina—just wait."

Selina didn’t spare him another glance. She and Freya walked off without a word.

Once in the private box, Freya exploded. "What the hell is wrong with him?! Katie framed you, you fought back, and Kyle thinks you’re in the wrong?"

"Guess he’d rather you sit there and let Katie screw you over. Angelica’s the beloved Morris Family princess, after all."

Selina took a sip of tea, unbothered. "No need to be mad. The Morris Family and I have always been on opposite sides. Kyle’s words don’t matter to me."

Still... something about Kyle tonight felt off.

The auction began soon after.

It started with smaller items—jewelry, handbags, little luxuries.

And just as Kyle had promised, every time Selina placed a bid, he outbid her.

Freya frowned. "Selina... if you’re going for that East Sea pearl, and Kyle keeps this up, he’ll definitely try to snipe it too."

"If it goes too high, it won’t be worth it. We can’t let Kyle win."

In the neighboring box, Kyle sat with bloodshot eyes, fixated.

Ever since Selina said she and the Morris Family were irreconcilable, his heart had pounded violently—like something irreversible had just happened.

No. No... Selina didn’t matter. Angelica was what mattered. He didn’t need to salvage anything with Selina. He didn’t.

Desperate to prove himself right, Kyle kept upping his bids, competing with Selina over everything.

It wasn’t until the final item went up for bid—and he reached for his card—that Kyle realized...

He was out of money.

Kyle threw a bitter look toward Selina’s private box—but in the end, he turned and left, full of reluctant anger.

Selina blinked. "That was probably Luke."