The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 107

Chapter 107: The Secret of Slave (I)

"Your Majesty," he groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Do you ever sleep through the night like a normal person?"

Primrose smiled without a hint of guilt. "I can’t help it. I always wake up in the middle of the night."

Salem inhaled deeply, clearly trying to stay patient.

He wanted to say it was probably because she slept too much during the day, but he kept it to himself. Instead, he asked in a calmer tone, "What do you need this time?"

Primrose pointed toward the storage room. "This young woman said she might’ve poisoned the kitchen supplies. Could you take a look?"

Salem frowned. "Why not just toss everything out? And her ... can’t we just throw her in the dungeon?"

He really wasn’t hiding his irritation tonight. [Why does she always call me in the middle of the night over things like this? I can’t even sleep in peace anymore.]

Why was he so dramatic? Primrose had only disturbed him in the middle of the night twice—this included—so it wasn’t that often.

Besides, according to some of the maids, they sometimes saw light coming from his room past midnight.

So why was he blaming her?! She was the one who let him live in the palace rent-free, eating well, and enjoying all kinds of luxury!

"That’s because I don’t believe she actually poisoned anything," Primrose said, gesturing to the food on the table, some of which had clearly been eaten. "I’m still alive after eating it."

Salem narrowed his eyes. "Weren’t you the one who hired me to taste your food first? Even midnight snacks can be dangerous, Your Majesty. Next time, you might not be so lucky."

[If she suddenly drops dead, His Majesty’s going to blame me!] he grumbled inwardly. [And there go all my fancy benefits.]

He didn’t even care about Primrose’s life or death. All he was thinking about was the comfort he’d lose!

"I’m sorry about that, Sir Vesper," Primrose said shyly, trying her best to look innocent. "I was just too hungry and couldn’t wait any longer. I promise I’ll be more careful next time."

He stared at her with narrowed eyes. [Tch. Why does she blink like that so often? Are her lashes too heavy or something?]

Primrose groaned internally. No matter how hard she tried to win him over, it clearly wasn’t going to work.

"Don’t make promises," Salem said sharply. "I want you to make sure you never eat anything again before I’ve tasted it."

Primrose bit her lower lip, then nodded. "I won’t eat before you, Sir Vesper."

"Good." Salem nodded and headed toward the storage room. "Now, don’t touch any more food until I’ve checked everything in there."

She puffed her cheeks slightly in protest. Why didn’t he check the food on the table first? He was definitely doing this on purpose.

Was he trying to train her like a dog or something?

Before she could even think of disobeying, Salem added, "Your Majesty, you know some poisons take time to affect the body, right? Maybe you’ve already eaten one without realizing it. Who knows? Whether you want to die faster or not, it’s up to you, Your Majesty."

Primrose rolled her eyes but said nothing.

Primrose was sure the food she’d eaten wasn’t poisoned. But still ... for some reason, she couldn’t bring herself to argue anymore.

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