The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 161

Chapter 161: Shopping (I)

Primrose stepped further into the boutique, her eyes scanning the rows of delicate fabrics and neatly displayed gowns.

The boutique carried the soft scent of lavender and fresh linen, a calming fragrance that made the place feel warm and welcoming.

Edmund followed behind her, doing his best not to knock anything over with his broad shoulders.

Truthfully, he looked a little out of place among the sparkling dresses.

Because of that, one of the boutique assistants kindly guided him to sit in the corner of the room, a spot that most men jokingly referred to as the "torture chair."

It earned that name because husbands would often sit there for what felt like forever while their wives tried on dress after dress. Many swore never to come along again because it felt more exhausting than any battle.

Primrose had expected Edmund to grow restless within half an hour, or even sooner.

But to her surprise, he sat there calmly, as still as a statue. If anything, he looked a bit like a mannequin because he didn’t blink or speak much.

It was hard to explain, but he sat quietly, occasionally tapping his fingers on his thigh or glancing around the boutique.

Most of the time, though, he was still and silent, and his thoughts even unusually quiet.

Rather than looking like he was being torture, he seemed at peace.

The only part of him that moved consistently was his gaze.

His icy blue eyes followed Primrose’s every movement, from the moment the assistant took her measurements, to when she browsed through the dresses, to when she stepped into the fitting room.

Even if he didn’t voice a single complaint, he couldn’t help but mentally comment on every dress she tried.

[My wife looks beautiful in that one ... and that one, too.]

[She looks like an angel in that flowy dress.

[Is that one a little dark for her? Hmm ... no, she still looks stunning.]

[She’s always beautiful. Every single dress looks like it was made for her.]

Hearing his constant praise made it harder for Primrose to choose. Every gown suddenly felt perfect, as if it truly belonged to her.

She had never experienced anything like this before.

In the past, it would take her forever to find a dress that made her feel beautiful. And now, because of her husband, every single dress made her feel lovely.

If he kept praising her like that, she might just end up asking him to buy the entire boutique.

"Husband." Primrose stepped toward him wearing the lilac gown she’d been eyeing earlier. The delicate fabric caught the light just right, making her look like she was glowing. "What do you think of this one?"

Even though he’d complimented her endlessly in his thoughts, she still wanted to hear it straight from his lips.

Edmund looked at her carefully from head to toe, his expression serious and focused, like a knight assessing the rarest treasure.

"You look beautiful, my wife," he said softly.

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