The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 116

Chapter 116: The Queen Who Misses Her Childhood (II)

Primrose turned her eyes to the clock and blinked in surprise. It was already past midnight.

"What? That fast?" she pouted slightly. "We didn’t even get to talk for that long."

Lazarus patted his daughter’s cheek gently. "It can’t be helped, Rosie. It’s too risky to travel back after sunrise," he said. Then he added, "I’ll write you more letters from now on. Please, make sure you reply to them."

Primrose averted her gaze, feeling a deep pang of guilt. Back then, she had never replied to her father’s letters. "I will," she promised softly.

Their meeting felt far too short, maybe not even two hours, and they hadn’t really talked about everything she had wanted to say.

But still, those two hours were enough.

Enough to calm the ache in her heart, enough to ease the heavy longing she had carried for so long.

All the worry she had kept buried inside her finally melted away.

In this life, she could see her father again and she would treasure every moment of it.

"Take good care of yourself," Lazarus said as he pulled on his coat. He gently ruffled her hair.

"Take good care of yourself," Lazarus said, pulling on his thick coat.

He reached out and brushed his hand gently over her head, like he used to when she was little. "Don’t be picky with your food, and don’t you dare start skipping meals. You need your strength if you want to be a great Queen of Noctvaris. And don’t stay up too late, either."

"I know," Primrose murmured. "I’m not a kid anymore. You don’t have to keep reminding me about things like that."

"But you’ll always be my little girl," Lazarus said with a warm smile.

[No matter how big she gets, I still see her as the little girl who would laugh at her plushies.]

When had she ever laughed at her plushies?

Oh, wait ... hadn’t she also talked to the rabbit plushie Edmund gave her?

But that didn’t count! She had only done that because she was a little lonely!

"You have to take care of yourself too, Father," Primrose said firmly, finally lifting her head and meeting his eyes.

"Don’t eat too much sugar. And if the doctor tells you to slow down with work, listen to him."

Lazarus’s mouth twitched slightly. "I’m not that old! Don’t treat me like I’m one step away from the grave!"

Primrose giggled. "Alright, alright," she teased. "Just ... please pay more attention to your health."

After all, in her previous life, Primrose was the one who had died before her father.

Age didn’t always determine how much time someone had left.

After exchanging a few more words and saying their goodbyes, Edmund and Lazarus finally stepped out of the room.

Primrose wanted to see them off, but they didn’t let her come outside because the night wind had grown too cold.

Honestly, Primrose had wanted to see her husband transform into a giant wolf too.

But the window in the room didn’t face the palace gates, so she couldn’t watch them from there.

Letting out a soft sigh, she sat down near the fireplace.

Her eyes fell on a paper bag filled with chocolates and candies that Edmund had brought her.

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