The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 164

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Chapter 164: My Clingy Wife

"I only spoke with the Marquess for a short time," he continued. "But even from that short meeting, I could already tell, he’s the kind of man who deserves to be killed."

He had a point. The Marquess of Moonshadow was a rotten man.

But still, shouldn’t he have been a little more surprised that his wife was plotting murder?

"Actually, I’m glad to hear this," Edmund said.

Primrose blinked in confusion. "Glad? Which part of me wanting to kill someone could possibly make you feel relieved?"

"The world is cruel, my wife," Edmund said gently. "People born with hearts too soft will have a hard time surviving when conflict breaks out."

"I’ll never ask you to become heartless." He looked at her with understanding. "but in a world like ours ... sometimes having the strength to strike back against those who hurt you is necessary."

Primrose swallowed, staring at him without blinking. "So ... if, just hypothetically, I did kill someone, would you still not be mad at me?"

"I wouldn’t," Edmund said without hesitation. He took her hand gently and lifted it to his lips. "But if I may be a little selfish ... I hope these hands of yours never have to be stained with blood."

He paused, brushing his thumb over her fingers.

"Having the courage to kill is one thing," he said softly, "but I know it’s not easy to live with afterward. Sometimes it stays with you, leaving scars you can’t see, but ones that still hurt."

Primrose had planned to kill the Marquess, but the truth was, she had never killed anyone before.

She didn’t even know what it would feel like ... to watch someone actually die because of something she had done.

Even if it was someone like the Marquess. Even if he deserved it.

A part of her couldn’t help but wonder, would she feel relief? Would she feel guilt?

Or would she just feel ... empty?

But if it was necessary, then Primrose didn’t want to hesitate, not even for a moment.

Because at the end of the day, the one who would execute the Marquess was Raven herself.

"That’s why, my wife, if there’s someone you want gone, just tell me their name."

He looked into her eyes, full of love and sincerity. "Let me be the one to carry that burden."

Then he bent forward, pressing a soft kiss to the back of her hand, like a vow only she would ever hear. "Let me be the one to get my hands dirty for you."

"But that’s poison," Primrose said softly. She was touched by his words, but sometimes, a person had to die quietly. "There won’t be any blood on the floor ... or on my hands."

She hesitated before asking, "Do you think I’ll be able to live with myself after this? After killing someone because of my plan?"

Edmund lowered their joined hands, his gaze steady as it met hers. "I can’t answer that, because only you know your heart better than anyone else."

"But one thing I do know," he said gently, "is that I won’t let you carry this burden alone. Whatever sin this is ... it will be ours. Not just yours."

Primrose whispered, "Why..."

She didn’t finish the question. Her voice trembled, caught between guilt and confusion, but Edmund waited patiently, like he always did when she needed time to gather her thoughts.