The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 154

Chapter 154: The Queen’s Kind Offer

Since Edmund had always carried a cold and distant demeanor, all the harsh words that came from his mouth sounded completely normal to those around him.

For some reason, people were far more willing to believe that his cold words reflected his true nature, rather than the kind, gentle side of him that she knew.

It was clear that they didn’t really understand him.

Instead of feeling offended by her husband’s words, Primrose was more annoyed that everyone thought Edmund was a heartless man who despised his wife.

’Don’t worry, husband! Once we take down this bastard, I’ll show the world how lovey-dovey we really are!’ Primrose vowed silently.

Meanwhile, the Marquess looked visibly relieved to see Edmund treating his wife like this, as if he had just found his long-lost soulmate.

A man like him always seeks validation from others who are just as rotten, convincing himself that his bad behavior is somehow acceptable.

"Your Majesty is absolutely right," the Marquess said with a glance toward his wife, his eyes filled with contempt, as though she were nothing more than a disgusting pest.

"They’re too simple-minded to understand our conversation. Let’s speak privately, just the two of us."

He turned to Raven, speaking to her in a way that made Primrose feel uncomfortable. "Raven, you can stay with Her Majesty while I talk with His Majesty."

Primrose’s eyes twitched slightly.

The Marquess hadn’t even used a formal title when addressing his wife in front of guests. He didn’t bother softening his tone or using any kind of affectionate term either.

"I understand, My Lord," Raven said softly. She lowered her head and stepped back, creating space for her husband and the Lycan King to pass. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

Primrose also called Edmund "Your Majesty" sometimes, but the way Raven said it ... was different.

She didn’t sound like a wife.

She sounded like a servant speaking to her master.

As Edmund passed her, he gave Primrose’s hand a gentle squeeze, just for a brief moment, before walking ahead with the Marquess.

[My wife, you can cut my tongue after this. I’ll even hand you the knife myself!] he thought dramatically.

Why would she want to do that?

His tongue could always take her to heaven—obviously with sweet words!

Yes, sweet words! She didn’t mean anything else!

Once their husbands were gone, Primrose turned to the Marchioness and greeted her with a bright, genuine smile.

"Lady Raven," she said warmly, "how have you been lately?"

Raven kept her head lowered, her eyes eventually locking onto the ring on Primrose’s finger.

"I’m doing fine, Your Majesty," she said softly, though her voice held a trace of hesitation. "Did ... His Majesty always treats you like that?"

She hadn’t meant to ask such a sensitive question, but after hearing Primrose say that her husband always treated her with kindness and care, it confused her to see the King of Noctvaris acting so cold and harsh toward his wife earlier.

Instead of answering immediately, Primrose leaned in and whispered, "Can we move somewhere more private first? Somewhere no one can overhear us?"

Raven didn’t quite understand why the Queen wanted to speak in such secrecy, but she nodded anyway.

"I know a place ... though it might not be very comfortable for you, Your Majesty."

"I don’t need comfort," Primrose replied gently.

She reached out and took Raven’s hand, giving it a soft squeeze. "I just need a place where I can see your face clearly."

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