Chapter 521-He cannot Stop Being Sexy

Chapter 521: 521-He cannot Stop Being Sexy

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The moment I woke up, a wave of anger washed over me.

My fists curled at my sides, and before I could even wake Ragnar up or demand an explanation, I lost my temper.

I grabbed a pillow and hurled it across the room, but it landed without making much noise.

Not that I would have heard it anyway, with the waves crashing so loudly outside.

Breathing heavily, I jumped off the bed and began pacing, running my hands through my hair.

The shirt I was wearing was far too big for me. It covered my private parts, but I had absolutely nothing on underneath.

A thousand thoughts raced through my mind.

Did he just...?

Had he really spent our wedding night with me while I was unconscious?

The thought only fueled my anger.

I snatched the same pillow off the floor and hurled it straight at him.

It struck his back before bouncing off and falling to the floor.

He groaned in that deep, rough voice of his.

"What did you do to me?" I demanded, realizing I’d finally woken him up.

But that ill-mannered man, who was sleeping on his stomach, merely raised a hand in the air without even bothering to look at me and waved it dismissively.

"Let me sleep," he grumbled, making my jaw drop.

"I’m asking you something! What did you do to me?" I screamed.

He let out another irritated grunt before turning his head from left to right, finally bringing his face into view.

"What now? What kind of a wife wakes up her husband like that?" he complained, as though every argument I picked with him was completely unreasonable.

"Why am I not wearing any underwear?" I snapped, clenching my fists.

"I’m getting you some new clothes. You can wear those. What’s there to cry about?"

Every answer that came out of his mouth was more irritating than the last, but what infuriated me most was how nonchalantly he behaved, as though he couldn’t hear the anger and frustration in my voice.

"Alpha King Ragnar, I swear, if you don’t get up right now and answer me..." I threatened.

Before I could finish, he turned his face away again and snuggled deeper into the bed.

That was it.

I stormed into the bathroom, grabbed a bucket, and began filling it with water.

Standing there with my hands on my hips, I tapped my foot impatiently against the floor.

The bathroom was enormous, with separate shower and bathing areas and even a Jacuzzi tucked into one corner.

The entire interior looked ridiculously expensive.

Fine, he’d brought me to a fancy hotel, but I hadn’t asked him to spend so much money.

That was what I could never understand about Ragnar.

One moment, he’d go out of his way to show off with these extravagant gestures, and the next, he’d lie there sleeping as though he couldn’t sense a single bit of tension in my voice.

How could he be so utterly unbothered?

Once the bucket was full, I reached over and turned off the tap.

"You’re not planning to dump that on me, are you?"

The sudden voice behind me made me jump.

I spun around, lost my footing, and slipped in a way that was so absurd I couldn’t decide whether it was comical, infuriating, or downright humiliating.

And that enormous bucket I’d just filled?

I somehow ended up falling right into it.

My ass had barely sunk into the bucket before I panicked, flailing my legs as I scrambled off it like a fish out of water.

I landed hard on the floor, my ass actually bouncing against the tiles.

By the time I managed to pull myself together, I was sitting on the floor with my legs pressed tightly together.

Thank God for that, because damn, the shirt had ridden all the way up.

I looked up at Ragnar, who stood in the doorway with both hands braced against the doorframe, leaning forward slightly.

He had watched the entire disaster unfold in complete silence.

"Wow," he muttered, sounding genuinely impressed.

"What? Wow?" I snapped.

"It’s just that your ass is really soft. You literally bounced like you’ve got built-in airbags."

The moment those words left his mouth, a fresh wave of rage surged through me.

"Seriously? You think this is funny? What if I’d gotten stuck in that bucket? Imagine having to call someone to help pull your wife out of it while she wasn’t wearing any underwear!" I yelled, but not once did his expression show even a hint of concern.

Instead, he merely arched an eyebrow, as though another naughty thought had crossed his mind.

"You seriously think you could’ve gotten stuck in that bucket? It’s barely wide enough to fit one of your ass cheeks. But anyway..." he remarked, making me squeeze my eyes shut and groan in frustration.

"And if you ever do get stuck in something, do you seriously think I’d need anyone else’s help to get you out?"

I kept my eyes closed for a moment, trying to contain my irritation, until I noticed he’d stepped into the bathroom.

He crouched in front of me, his jaw clenched.

"Babe, you’re the wife of an Alpha King. Protecting you, defending you..." He paused, placing both palms on the wet floor on either side of me before leaning over me.

I leaned back a little, my gaze drifting over his face. Damn, he looked so sexy from this close.

"That’s not just my job. It’s a responsibility I value more than my own life."

He leaned closer and pressed a kiss to my cheek.

And somehow, I didn’t pull away.

That was when I noticed he was wearing pants.

He drew back slightly and tilted his head.

"Now tell me, what had you so angry that you were stomping around like that?" he murmured, his tone surprisingly gentle, although the deep rasp in his voice sent goosebumps down my spine.

"I thought you might have done something to me. I don’t know what happened after our marriage," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.

I couldn’t understand what had happened to all my anger.