Fated To Three, And I Broke Them All

Chapter 14: 14-Do You Smell My Scent?

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"Yes?" I asked as I stepped into his office.

The thing was, even though I had managed to convince them that I wasn’t here for revenge, my background alone had made them more protective.

Especially Ragnar.

He had raised his guard even higher.

"Why were you on Theodor’s floor?" he asked, walking to his chair and turning his back to me.

Not even the view beyond the window seemed capable of distracting him.

But at least he wasn’t meeting my gaze.

"Our printer had a huge line, so I used the one there. He was helping me clear a paper jam," I replied, keeping my voice as neutral as possible but it betrayed neither emotion nor hesitation.

Ragnar nodded before turning to face me.

His eyes were unreadable as they caught the light. I swallowed hard anxiously.

There was something about him.

I just couldn’t figure out what it was.

A single look from him was enough to unsettle me.

And I hated how much power he seemed to have over me.

"We have a bit of a situation in one of the packs we’re building on this island," he began casually.

Until now, even before learning about my past, he had never trusted me with anything important.

He treated me like a clueless amateur, someone who had no idea what she was doing.

Honestly, I was still surprised he hadn’t fired me already for my unprofessionalism.

And now, well, Gigi felt sorry for me.

Since she had insisted that she wanted my help to heal, he had no choice but to keep me around.

"Do you want me to, um, put together a report on it?" I asked, trying to stay one step ahead and prove that I wasn’t completely clueless.

However, the way he scoffed and shook his head already made it clear that he thought I was an idiot for not letting him finish.

"No,I am headed over to the pack myself. Pack your shit. We are leaving early in the morning," he commanded, without explaining further.

"So, uh, I am going with you. Who else is coming?" I asked, trying to get more information on what we would be doing there and what he expected from me, because I would need to do a bit of homework on it.

"Do as I told you. Be ready by 6 a.m. tomorrow morning," he replied, not even looking up.

He was already typing something on his computer screen.

"Okay," I responded, walking over to my desk in the corner of his office.

There used to be a small partition there, but now he had gotten rid of it.

I was right in his view.

I just grabbed my file and decided to go sit somewhere outside.

"You are not supposed to sit outside anymore."

As he said that, I immediately stopped. Something was up.

There was no way he had just changed his behavior so quickly toward a very unreliable and unworthy employee.

I turned to look at him, trying to understand his behavior. freewebnøvel.coɱ

Was he feeling pity for me for what he did to my brother?

Was it because of Gigi?

I mean, he loved her enough. That much I knew.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have ruined some innocent man’s life for it.

"And you are not supposed to tell anyone about this trip. They will find out when we leave," he added, not looking up once again and giving me a hand gesture, asking me to leave.

I just silently nodded, and then, for the first time in days, I lowered myself into the seat.

I started typing the reports like every day.

But now, every time I looked up, I could see him directly, and it was really unpleasant.

There were moments when I could have sworn I felt his eyes on me, but whenever I looked up, he was not looking at me.

There were also a few times when I tried to get out of my seat, but he would just point at me and tell me to sit down.

Was he preventing his brothers from finding out I was leaving with him for the trip?

If so, did he suspect something was going on between me and his brothers?

Finally, it was time for me to leave.

As expected of him, we were the last ones in the building.

Somehow, Ragnar had this need to keep working.

I did not find him zoned out even once.

Non-stop calls, attending meetings, working on the computer, writing in files.

This man was the definition of a beast.

That is why, when earlier he caught me on the second floor, I was kind of confused.

Usually, he would not get out of his chair unless he had to take a break and go into the side room where he had a personalized gym.

He would work out, then take a shower in the bathroom, and return to work.

I wondered how resting would be for him.

He must doze off the minute he hits the bed.

I started to get up, picking up my files.

Everything that was necessary for the next day.

He had sent me a list, and I had to make sure everything was prepared.

"I’ll drop you home," he commented as he walked out of the office, and I once again felt frozen. freewebnøvel.coɱ

’Did he just say he would drop me home?’ I asked myself, shaking my head and rushing after him outside the office.

"Your Highness, I —I usually take a train home. I’ll be fine," I responded, trying to excuse my way out.

As much as I wanted to spend time with him to make him part of my plan, I was hesitant.

"Sir, I can really go by myself," I requested again, but he kept moving and entered the elevator.

The same cold expression remained on his face as I stepped into the elevator and the doors slid shut.

We had been standing side by side, but as soon as the doors closed, he moved behind me.

I had no idea what he was doing back there.

Was he watching me?

Could he smell my scent?

I mean, his brother had said my scent was sweet.

My heart started to pound louder in my chest.