Chapter 474-It’s Getting Dirty Now

Chapter 474: 474-It’s Getting Dirty Now

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He held up a bag of food and motioned for me to step aside with two fingers.

"I thought you’d left," I told him as he walked past me.

He headed straight for the couch, leaving me to quickly lock the door behind him.

The last thing I needed was someone barging in and discovering Ragnar comfortably settled inside my house.

"The delivery guy arrived, so I had to hurry outside. I called him and asked him to come a little farther down the street so nobody would see me. Then I picked up the food and came back," he explained, already busy opening the bags.

"Why?" I asked, watching him casually unpack everything.

"What was Jaguar saying?" he asked casually as he began unpacking the food.

Loaded fries, regular fries, chowmein, four double-decker burgers, and the list went on.

He arranged everything side by side on the table until there was barely any space left.

"I’ll get the plates," I offered, but he shook his head and reached for a burger, picking it up with one hand.

The thing was enormous, but of course, nothing could compete with Ragnar’s appetite.

He took such a massive bite that a huge chunk of the burger disappeared into his mouth.

"He came over to talk about the same thing. Remember how I told you Theodore got a confession out of me?" I began, slowly approaching the couch and settling beside him.

I turned my body toward him, hoping to have a proper conversation, but his attention remained entirely on the food.

Then I watched him take another bite, and the way he used his tongue to catch a piece of lettuce caught between his teeth and the burger made my heart beat faster.

Before he’d even finished chewing, he opened his mouth for another bite, almost as though he were making out with the damn burger.

I quickly averted my gaze, shaking my head at my own ridiculous thoughts.

"Hmm," he murmured with a nod, then casually wiped some sauce from his lower lip with his thumb and licked it clean.

"You’re not gonna eat?" he asked, still hunched over the food.

"Have some."

He immediately turned toward me, holding out the burger, and my spine straightened immediately.

"Come on. Food is good," he mumbled. "The world is bad."

What the fuck had gotten into Ragnar?

Had he gone outside after our argument, hit his head somewhere, and returned as a completely different psychopath?

Because I genuinely couldn’t understand what was going on with him.

"Come on, take a bite," he insisted again, this time in a much more commanding tone.

I finally leaned forward and opened my mouth to bite into the burger he was holding.

As my teeth sank into the bun, I felt his index finger, resting underneath it, gently brush the underside of my chin.

The touch was so deliberate that it almost seemed as though he’d been waiting for an excuse to make contact with me.

I pulled back with a mouthful of food and began chewing, growing increasingly uncomfortable under his unwavering stare.

His eyes were fixed directly on my lips.

And then, even though there wasn’t a trace of sauce left on his thumb, he slowly brought it to his mouth and licked it again, never once taking his gaze off my lips.

Then, as if that wasn’t strange enough, he suddenly reached over and brushed his thumb beneath my lower lip, wiping away a bit of sauce.

"Thank you," I replied quickly, hoping to draw his attention away from my mouth.

He withdrew his hand and casually set the burger down with the other.

Then, without a second thought, he brought the thumb he’d used to wipe my lip to his mouth and licked the sauce off.

That was an odd thing for Ragnar to do.

He wasn’t usually like this, at least not from what I’d seen of him with Gigi.

Although he’d always been fiercely protective of her, I’d never witnessed him displaying this kind of affection.

Maybe he did behind closed doors. Who was I to question that?

But if he did, I seriously wondered how Gigi had survived it, because I was already beginning to sweat beneath my breasts.

"Start eating already. Or do I have to feed you myself? Do I have to do everything around here?"

There was a note of complaint in his voice, as though he were genuinely annoyed rather than trying to be romantic.

And yet, his words sent goosebumps rippling across my skin.

"Your brother was really upset," I remarked, reaching for a single fry and pretending to eat so I wouldn’t look quite so distracted.

"Hmm, yeah, he would be," Ragnar responded, turning his attention to the chowmein.

A moment later, he extended his hand toward me, holding out a small sachet of sauce.

"No, it’s okay. I’m not really a sauce person," I told him.

Instead of withdrawing it, he gave the packet a little shake.

"Open it for me," he instructed through a mouthful of food.

I rolled my eyes inwardly and snatched the sachet from his hand.

"What are you going to do? I mean, he made me say some pretty weird things," I continued, still hoping he’d pay less attention to his food and more to what his brother had just told me.

But as I struggled to tear open the packet, I squeezed it too hard, sending sauce splattering everywhere.

Some of it landed on the floor, some across the table and the food, and the rest splashed onto me.

"You can’t even do one thing right."

Ragnar set the chowmein aside and grabbed a napkin.

I immediately held out my hand, expecting him to pass it over.

But no. Of course not.

Not Ragnar.

Instead, he used it to wipe the sauce off the table, leaving me to reach for another napkin myself.

Before I could grab one, however, his hand shot out and caught my wrist.

I yelped in surprise.

He merely shook his head, almost as though he were warning me not to touch anything.

I slipped my wrist free, but his hand remained suspended in the air for a moment, right where he’d been holding me.

What the hell was that about? Why had he stopped me from taking a napkin?

I was still trying to make sense of his behavior when he shifted slightly, adjusted his belt, and began scooting closer to me.