Chapter 511-He Loves To Embarrass Me

Chapter 511: 511-He Loves To Embarrass Me

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Ragnar held my hand as he helped me into the car and fastened my seat belt, handling everything with such care that it almost seemed as though he was trying to show me what being with him would mean.

That I would always be protected.

Once he settled into the driver’s seat, he glanced at me before reaching for a water bottle on the dashboard and handing it over.

"Tell your wolf it’s alright. Nothing’s going to happen to her," he reassured me before starting the engine.

"Did you hear him? He wants you to know that nothing will happen to you," I teased my wolf.

"Yes, I heard him. I’m not deaf," she grumbled.

Oh, she knew exactly what I was doing.

After all, this was the same wolf who constantly warned me not to take Ragnar too seriously, accused me of getting overly emotional about him, and insisted that I was favoring him so much that I was forgetting my own game.

Yet today, all Ragnar had done was hold my hand, and she’d practically melted.

She had become so comfortable in his presence that it was almost laughable, especially considering how much she loved lecturing me about him.

Such a fucking hypocrite.

And now she was so embarrassed by her own reaction that she could barely bring herself to speak to me.

"Anyway, I’m not like you. I wouldn’t keep taunting you about something like this, so relax," I told her, unscrewing the cap of the water bottle and taking a sip.

"Right, because that’s not exactly what you’re doing now," she muttered, making me smile to myself.

My attention eventually drifted back to Ragnar.

I genuinely couldn’t understand how one man could remain so calm all the time.

Then again, I had a pretty good idea of how to break that composure of his.

"Are we going to Gigi’s place?" I asked as innocently as possible, pretending I had no idea we were actually heading to my house.

"No. Why? Missing her already?" he taunted.

I smiled and leaned my head against the seat.

"No, actually, we still have to tell her that we’re mates. Remember? You promised," I reminded him, turning towards him with a stern look.

"Not yet," he replied casually.

My forehead creased into a frown.

"Why not?" I asked, genuinely curious.

"At least let me be sure you’re actually going to marry me first. We should get married before telling her anything. I don’t trust you. You could back out at any moment."

His lips curved into a smug little smirk as he said that.

I straightened in my seat and began tapping my foot.

I wanted to face Gigi, but he wasn’t entirely wrong either.

In fact, the more I thought about it, the more appealing his suggestion became.

Once we were married and marked, it would be even more satisfying to confront her.

She wouldn’t see it coming.

"Fine. Then, on the day of her engagement, you’ll tell her that we’ve gotten married and that you’ve marked me," I declared.

Ragnar nodded, seemingly agreeing to my condition.

"Anything else, missus?" he asked, turning his head slightly towards me.

I immediately looked out the window.

God, that man could make me blush like nobody’s business, and it annoyed the hell out of me.

The rest of the journey passed in silence, and as soon as we reached my house, I decided to get out of the car and hurry inside before Ragnar could follow me.

I had barely opened the front door and was about to close it behind me when his foot suddenly appeared in the gap, making me shriek and stumble backwards.

He pushed the door wide open before slamming it shut behind him, leaving me to deal with the lock while he casually strolled into the house as though he owned the place.

"What the heck are you doing?" I demanded, locking the door.

The last thing I needed was Mrs. Bakers coming over and questioning everything.

Pack wouldn’t take kindly to any of this either, and considering I still had to live in this community for God knows how long, I couldn’t afford to create unnecessary trouble.

"What?" Ragnar asked, turning around to look at me as though his behavior was the most normal thing in the world.

"Don’t you want to go home and face your brothers?" I questioned, following him as he shrugged off his coat.

"Why? Are they children?" he countered, dropping onto the couch and spreading his arms across the backrest before tilting his head backwards.

"And stop talking about them. It’s inappropriate for you to keep bringing up your husband’s brothers and showing so much concern for them. I don’t like it. You know, I’m the jealous type," he added with a pout.

He brought his fingers to his chest and moved them as though he were strumming the strings of a guitar before closing his eyes.

I groaned and headed towards the bedroom, making my way into the bathroom.

Back at the cabin, the lighting had been so dim that I hadn’t been able to see myself properly.

But now, standing in front of the bathroom mirror under the bright lights, I realized just how ridiculous I looked.

The phone I’d tucked into my bra was showing through my dress, its outline so obvious that anyone paying the slightest attention would have noticed it.

So that was why the bastard had been mocking me.

The realization only made me angrier.

He could have simply ignored it instead of deliberately embarrassing me, and even then, he hadn’t bothered to tell me what was actually wrong.

Frustrated, I pulled the phone out of my bra, wrapped it in some blankets to hide it for the time being, and stormed out of the bathroom.

I marched straight into the living room and stopped in front of Ragnar, folding my arms across my chest and tapping my foot against the floor to get his attention.

He opened his eyes and stared at me.