Chapter 508-He Causally Stepped On His Grave.

Chapter 508: 508-He Causally Stepped On His Grave.

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My announcement left everyone staring at me with their mouths hanging open.

Theodore and Jaguar had tears in their eyes, while Grandma looked as though she wanted to celebrate, although she kept glancing between the two of them.

As for Jenna, she had already clapped a couple of times before abruptly stopping herself.

The enormous smile on her face, however, made it obvious that she was probably the happiest person in the room.

"I want to go home," I suddenly announced, unable to bear sitting there any longer, especially when the pain in my chest had started growing sharper.

Theodore and Jaguar looked utterly devastated, and perhaps they had every reason to be.

After all, I had made them agree to a deal in which whoever I didn’t choose would have to accept my decision without protesting.

Now they both appeared helpless, unable to do anything about the situation.

I didn’t linger for another second and headed straight outside, leaving everyone behind.

Even after stepping out of the mansion, I could hear shouting coming from inside.

I had no idea who was yelling at whom, but when Ragnar finally appeared, I realized his brothers had probably been throwing a tantrum in the living room.

I was standing by the roadside just outside the mansion, waiting for my cab, when Ragnar walked all the way over to me.

"Cancel the ride. You’re coming with me. I’ll drop you home," he instructed, pointing a finger at me before turning around and heading back inside.

A minute later, he emerged from the mansion in his car.

Once I was in the passenger seat, he pulled away.

I noticed how relaxed he seemed, casually resting his elbow on the center console as he stroked his beard.

He leaned slightly towards me, although his arms were long enough that he didn’t really need to.

He had one arm stretched out towards the steering wheel, his fingers tapping against it as he drove.

The rhythmic tapping only made me more anxious, wondering when he would finally speak.

But knowing Ragnar, he could completely catch you off guard by avoiding a confrontation altogether, or he could throw such difficult questions at you that you wouldn’t even see them coming.

After a while, I shifted in my seat.

"Drop me off at the cabin," I told him, a smile tugging at the corner of my lips because I fucking loved getting on his nerves.

He slowed down, straightened his back, and removed his hand from his beard.

"What for?" he asked, a clear hint of annoyance in his voice.

"What do you mean, what for?" I complained. "I want to retrieve something of mine from the cabin before your warriors start going through the entire place."

I knew Ragnar would be taking his warriors there soon, and they would either tear the place apart or search every inch of it.

"What could possibly be left there? I already took everything out," he remarked, tapping his foot near the pedals, which made me worry he might accidentally hit the accelerator or the brake.

"Well, I know for a fact that you couldn’t have taken everything. I left some important belongings there," I hissed, irritated that he was making something as simple as retrieving my own things so difficult.

"Fine, then. I’ll come with you."

The moment he said that, I shook my head.

"Why would you come with me? It’s not even your cabin. You’ve already searched it as much as you wanted, and you didn’t find anything else. I can go by myself."

"No, I left some personal belongings there too," he replied without missing a beat.

I clenched my jaw. "Really? What belongings?"

He shrugged very ignorantly.

"Well, I also have a secret compartment hidden somewhere in the cabin, but I’m not going to tell you where it is."

His tone was so serious that I couldn’t even tell whether he was joking.

"Really? Then tell me where it is, and I’ll retrieve whatever you left there," I offered, foolishly thinking he would actually let me.

Of course he was lying. He was only using that excuse to mock me.

"So you can steal my things?" he retorted with a shrug.

And just like that, he got exactly what he wanted. He was coming with me.

Once he parked, he climbed out and walked around to my side.

I had already opened the passenger door myself, but before I could step out, he abruptly slammed it shut.

"What the fuck?" I muttered under my breath.

Then he opened the door himself, and honestly, he was getting on my last fucking nerve.

He had a problem with everything. Every little thing had to be done his way.

Shooting him a harsh glare, I climbed out of the car, only for him to take the lead towards the cabin.

"You could’ve just waited in the car," I grumbled.

"You do realize I’m not going to let you walk in there by yourself and possibly hide some kind of evidence, right?"

There it was. He had finally said what was on his mind.

I was beginning to think he had some sort of battery that needed recharging, because every time he seemed relaxed for a while, he would suddenly switch right back into his serious self.

As we walked through the woods, Ragnar suddenly stopped and pointed towards a slightly raised patch of ground.

"Hey, look. That’s Oswin’s grave," he remarked, making my heart skip a beat.

He started walking towards it, even though he could have easily stepped aside and continued straight ahead.

But no, that was Ragnar for you, and something about his behavior made the whole situation even creepier.

"I even placed five flowers on it to give his grave a little dignity," he added.

And the very next moment, Ragnar stepped right on those flowers and proceeded to walk across the grave as though it were nothing.

My jaw dropped as I watched him casually trample the very flowers he had placed there himself.

He had literally just talked about giving the grave some dignity, only to walk straight over it and crush his own flowers underfoot.

That was Ragnar for you.

"And he’s also your husband," my wolf snickered, teasing me with the reminder that I would probably be seeing the worst of him from now on.