Chapter 512-He Shows Interest And Then Leaves

Chapter 512: 512-He Shows Interest And Then Leaves

Verity:

"What now?" he asked.

Apparently, his time for teasing and annoying me had come to an end.

Either his battery had finally run out, or the man operated on some sort of timer.

He would spend a while laughing and making fun of me, only to suddenly turn serious again.

"I’m hungry," I announced and he raised an eyebrow.

"Didn’t I ask you about dinner when we were driving past–"

Before he could finish, I interrupted him.

"Well, if you’re such a good husband, then go get me something to eat," I demanded, gesturing towards the door with my head.

He stared at me for several seconds before drawing a deep breath.

"You really love testing my patience, don’t you?"

With that, he lifted his head and reached into his trouser pocket for his phone.

"No, you’re going to pick it up yourself," I insisted. "There’s this particular kind of pasta I order from a small business owner, and that’s exactly what I’m craving. She doesn’t offer delivery, so you’ll have to go there."

I folded my arms again, pouting as I deliberately looked away.

"Fine. Send me the address," he replied, rising from the couch.

For a moment, I didn’t know what to say.

I’d been so sure he would refuse, giving me the perfect opportunity to take out some of my frustration on him.

But instead, he’d simply agreed.

"Wait, you’re seriously going to get it for me?" I asked, unable to hide my surprise.

He turned towards me and gave me a thoroughly exhausted look.

"Send me the address," he repeated.

Then, as he headed towards the door, he snapped his fingers.

"Hurry up."

Without even looking back, he walked out of the house.

I stood there feeling like a complete fool, and a little guilty too.

He had looked genuinely tired.

Maybe I didn’t need to be so hard on him.

"Don’t start feeling sorry for him. This is nothing. We’re going to make his life a living hell," my wolf declared and I groaned at her.

"Yeah, and the moment he holds your hand again, you’ll melt like butter," I shot back, grabbing my phone to send Ragnar the address.

At this point, it was beginning to feel as though my wolf and I had developed a habit of arguing about Ragnar, and something told me these arguments weren’t going to end anytime soon.

But before I could put my phone down, another message came through, this time from Jaguar.

My heart skipped a beat.

Jaguar: You shouldn’t have done that.

That was all the message said.

For some reason, those few simple words left me wondering what Jaguar might be planning next.

I chose not to respond because I knew that engaging with him would only encourage him further.

Still, in the back of my mind, I couldn’t shake the fear that he might do something reckless.

Trying not to dwell on it, I retrieved the old phone from the bathroom and hid it in a secret compartment in the kitchen.

Then I grabbed my own phone and headed back to the bathroom to take a shower, remove my makeup, and change into something comfortable.

I settled on a loose shirt and baggy pants, deliberately avoiding anything revealing because I had a feeling Ragnar would return and insist on staying over.

In fact, I was almost certain he would.

Knowing how strangely he’d been behaving lately, I wouldn’t have been surprised if he tried to initiate something between us.

Once I was ready, I settled onto the living room couch and began scrolling through my phone.

Eventually, I found myself checking Gigi’s profiles, and from the looks of things, she was actively preparing for her engagement.

Seeing all the excited chatter among her followers only made me happier.

I couldn’t wait to watch how the whole thing unfolded.

Quite some time had passed before I finally heard the front door open, signaling Ragnar’s return.

I immediately straightened my posture, having already made up my mind that I wouldn’t respond to any of his seductive remarks or teasing tonight.

However, he walked straight in, placed the food on the table, and picked up his coat, slinging it over his shoulder before heading towards the exit without another word.

I couldn’t tell whether I was disappointed or simply caught off guard by his behavior.

No, I wasn’t disappointed. I was just confused.

That was all.

"Yeah, keep telling yourself that. Say it three more times, and you might actually start believing it," my wolf scoffed.

"Good night," I called out, ignoring her as I hurried to speak before Ragnar could leave.

He merely raised his hand and gave a brief wave of acknowledgment before walking out.

His behavior left me feeling strangely unsettled.

Has something happened? Was he upset about something, or had his mood simply changed?

God, that man was so confusing sometimes.

Then again, why should I care?

At least my food had arrived.

I had barely started eating when my doorbell rang.

Who the hell was coming over at this hour?

Annoyed, I got up and headed towards the front door, only to slap a hand against my forehead when I spotted Mrs. Bakers standing outside.

I opened the door but kept one hand firmly against the doorframe, making sure she wouldn’t take it as an invitation to come inside.

"Verity, are you alright?" she asked, forcing an obviously fake look of concern onto her face.

"Why? What happened to me?" I questioned, already tired of dealing with her.

"Well, actually, Alpha King Theodore and Jaguar came looking for you yesterday, but you weren’t home. We were all so worried, wondering what had happened and where you’d disappeared to. And now you’ve returned today. Are you alright, though? I mean, we were worried."

She stumbled over her words, probably realizing that I was now connected to some very powerful people.

"I’m fine," I replied with a fake smile.

But before I could say anything else, she continued.

"Well, of course you are. After all, Alpha King Ragnar himself dropped you off, didn’t he? But why was he coming into your house? Isn’t he supposed to be getting engaged soon?"

The way she phrased that question made me wonder whether I should give her something to run her mouth about, just so the news would eventually reach Gigi’s ears.

Then again, perhaps I should wait.