"Husband," Primrose said gently but firmly, holding his jaw and pulling him down. "I truly believe in you. Can you believe in my words?"
Edmund nodded slowly. "I ... I believe in my wife’s words."
Primrose’s smile was as bright as the sun, momentarily blinding him. He swallowed and said, "Wife, you ... you’re too close."
Instead of stepping back, Primrose leaned in even closer. Her floral scent mixed with his pheromones, making Edmund momentarily forget how to breathe.
He was doing his best to stay in control when Primrose whispered something that set his whole chest on fire. "Husband, I didn’t give you a welcome kiss last night. Do you want one now?"
Without a second thought, Edmund nodded. He held his breath, eyes wide open, just so he could keep looking at her. "I want it."
"Then close your eyes," she said gently. It felt too awkward to kiss someone who was staring like that.
Edmund lowered his head to match her height so she wouldn’t have to stand on tiptoes. Then he shut his eyes tightly, heart pounding.
"Husband." Primrose brought her face closer and gently kissed the corner of his lips. "Welcome home."
She gave him a second kiss on the other corner, but still avoided kissing him directly on the lips.
Edmund remained silent, his eyes still tightly closed, hoping for a third kiss.
After a moment, he finally felt his wife’s breath near his lips. He leaned forward slightly, but instead of meeting her lips, he was stopped by the palm of her hand.
"Husband, your punishment isn’t over yet," Primrose said with a sweet smile as he opened his eyes. "I’ll give you a proper kiss after one week."
Even though the resentment in Primrose’s heart had faded, she didn’t want to lift the punishment.
The misunderstanding was one thing, but the fact that he had spied on her was another.
She eventually stepped back, putting some distance between them. Edmund stood frozen in place, clearly frustrated, but chose to say nothing because he knew he deserved it.
"Let’s go back to the dining room," Primrose said, tilting her head as if she didn’t feel the slightest bit guilty.
Then she glanced down, her gaze stopping at the growing problem in his pants. "I think you need a little time to calm down. I’ll go ahead."
She didn’t quite understand how he could be that aroused when all she did was kiss him.
"You’ll come join me soon, right?" she asked.
Edmund gave a stiff nod. "I will."
He did join her in the dining room later, but he arrived just as Primrose was nearly finished with her meal.
His face looked even more exhausted than before, and instead of eating, he just kept watching her quietly.
Primrose hid a small smile, secretly feeling pleased for teasing her husband a little.
And his suffering had only just begun.
Just like she expected, she could use the doll to mess with him without even laying a finger on him.
It had been three days since she gave him the punishment, and Edmund seemed more restless with each day that passed.
Even though he promised to close his eyes whenever she changed clothes, he didn’t keep that promise.
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