The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 149

Chapter 149: The Cold Flowers

Forget about sex, Primrose didn’t even want to move. All she wanted was to stay hidden under a mountain of blankets.

The tent had been packed with thick layers of blankets, but the cold was far too stubborn, clinging to her even more fiercely after the sun had set.

Thank goodness the tent was made from heavy, insulated fabric, otherwise, she might’ve frozen out there.

Clearly, Edmund’s earlier belief that his wife could handle Moonshadow’s cold had been a little too optimistic.

"Once we’re inside the city, the temperature will go up significantly," Edmund said gently as he held the cup of hot chocolate to her lips, helping her take a sip.

Unlike the outer roads leading to Moonshadow, the streets inside the city were built much thicker.

Beside that, ever since Edmund became king, he had even asked several fire-element sorcerers from the magic tower to plant enchanted stones beneath the city’s ground to keep it warm.

So he was confident that his wife would feel better soon.

"But honestly, this place wouldn’t be half as cold if the Marquess had done his job properly and maintained the permafrost ground regularly," Edmund muttered, a hint of frustration in his tone.

He lowered his head. "I’m sorry, wife. I should’ve checked the area myself before letting you come here."

Primrose reached out and took his hand, scooting closer to him. "It’s not your fault. It just ... happened," she whispered softly.

She set the cup aside, then opened her arms. "Just hug me. That’s all I need to feel warm again."

Edmund didn’t hesitate. He wrapped his arms around Primrose, pulling her gently into his chest.

His embrace was firm but gentle, like he was trying to shield her from the entire world.

Primrose let out a soft sigh as her body melted into his warmth. The cold was still there, but it didn’t seem so unbearable anymore, not when she was tucked safely against him.

"Better?" he asked.

"Much better," she whispered, resting her cheek against his chest. "You’re the best kind of heater."

Edmund said nothing, his hand moving slowly up and down her back.

Even though he was struggling to keep his boner under control while holding his wife like that, he chose not to do anything inappropriate to Primrose and instead focused solely on keeping her warm.

The night was growing colder, but as long as Edmund kept her wrapped securely in his arms, she could still sleep peacefully.

Once morning came, she slowly opened her eyes, blinking at the faint golden light filtering through the seams of the tent.

For a moment, she forgot where she was. All she could feel was the rhythm of Edmund’s breathing and the warmth of his arms still wrapped around her.

She hadn’t moved all night, and neither had he. It was as if he’d kept still on purpose, just so she wouldn’t wake up cold.

Primrose tilted her head slightly and looked up at him. His eyes were closed, lashes resting softly against his cheeks.

When he was asleep, his expression became so soft and gentle, she couldn’t find a trace of the intimidating look he usually had.

She smiled to herself.

"I ... I am," she replied softly, then slowly sat up, gently slipping out of his arms and away from the cozy pile of blankets. freewёbnoνel-com

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