The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 163

Chapter 163: The Queen Tells The Truth

As the night crept on, the once-busy street finally began to quiet down. Vendors packed up their stalls, the laughter of the crowd faded, and only a few late-night wanderers remained.

Even then, Primrose didn’t want to return to the inn yet.

Instead, she sat quietly on a bench by the side of the road with Edmund.

The food they’d bought earlier was long gone, leaving her to sit in silence, nervously twirling her fingers in her lap.

Her body was clearly tired, and her legs ached whenever she tried to walk.

Yet, she still insisted on staying there.

What was meant to be a short evening stroll had turned into a walk that stretched nearly to midnight.

"Wife, it’s getting cold," Edmund said softly, gently wrapping his hands around hers to warm them. "Let’s go back to the inn."

Primrose tried her best not to shiver, but the chill had already sunk into her bones.

Her teeth chattered quietly, even though she did her best to pretend everything was fine. "I’m ... I’m alright," she whispered. "It’s our first time going out together. I just don’t want it to end so soon."

"We can go out again tomorrow," Edmund said, trying to reassure her. His voice was calm and patient. "But for tonight, it’s better to go back before you catch a cold."

Primrose opened her mouth but shut it again, unsure of what to say.

She wanted to come up with another excuse, but she had already used every one she had.

Edmund would definitely find it suspicious if she kept insisting on staying out this late, especially when the street was nearly empty and the night air had turned colder.

"Is there something wrong with the inn?" Edmund asked. "If it’s not comfortable, I can find another one."

Primrose shook her head immediately. "No! No, the inn is perfectly fine. The view is beautiful, too."

She would be damned if she had to give up that lovely place.

"Then ..." Edmund’s voice dropped. "Is it me?"

Primrose froze. The second those words left his mouth, something heavy hit her chest.

[We’ve always slept in separate rooms at the palace. Maybe she’s getting tired of sharing a bed with me every night.]

[I should’ve noticed it earlier,] he thought bitterly.

He spoke out loud this time. "Are you uncomfortable sleeping next to me? If you are, I can get another room. I don’t mind."

Without thinking, Primrose quickly reached out and hugged his arm. "No! How could I ever get tired of you?"

Truthfully, she’d never slept better than she had these past few nights with him.

"Then what is it?" Edmund brushed her cheek gently with his thumb, his voice full of concern. "Why does my wife refuse to go back even though she’s clearly freezing?"

Primrose groaned, unable to look him in the eyes anymore. The weight on her chest grew heavier with every passing second.

She lowered her head and covered her face with her hands, her voice barely a whisper. "I’m sorry."

Edmund raised an eyebrow. "Why are you apologizing?"

Forget it. She couldn’t keep this from him any longer.

Sooner or later, he would find out the truth.

And before someone else had the chance to tell him, it was better if she said it herself, no matter how cruel or heavy it sounded.

"Actually, the reason I wanted to come to this city is ..." Primrose slowly lifted her face, locking eyes with his. "... to kill the Marquess."

[My wife ... wants to kill the Marquess?]

Edmund’s expression didn’t change much, but his mind filled with noise, shock, confusion, and something else Primrose couldn’t quite name.

[Is this just a metaphor, or does she really mean it when she says ’kill’?]

If she truly meant it, if she really wanted to end someone’s life, would he see her differently? Would he step away from her?

But since she had already told him, there was no turning back now. "And ... It’s not just a metaphor," she said quietly. "I really do want to kill the Marquess."

Edmund tightened his grip on her hand when he heard that. His gaze sharpened, and his blue eyes seemed colder than before.

Primrose looked down, her heart sinking. He must think she was awful. Not the sweet, harmless wife he believed her to be.

"Did he do something bad to you?" Edmund asked.

Primrose blinked, a little surprised that his first response was concern, not judgment.

"He didn’t do anything to me ... yet," Primrose said quietly. "But he’s been abusing Lady Raven so badly."

She began to explain how she’d seen bruises on Raven’s body at the tea party, how she’d realized the signs of long-term abuse.

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