The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 187

Chapter 187: Buried Scars

What kind of cruel experiments did Edmund go through in the past?

Primrose kept repeating that question in her head.

All the bad traits he had now, like thinking of himself as worthless, unlovable, or even believing that he was nothing more than an ugly monster, surely they didn’t come out of nowhere.

They had to be rooted deep inside his heart, most likely caused by something terrible that happened long ago.

"Edmund, this is different," Primrose said softly.

She wanted to understand him more, to know his pain better, but right now, she needed to make sure he didn’t make a reckless decision out of guilt.

"If you let the people direct all their anger at you," she continued, "there’s a big chance things might spiral out of control."

She paused, trying to find the right words to express what was on her mind. "Maybe ... more challengers will appear, trying to take your position as King of Noctvaris. And worst of all, some of them might try to kill me just to mess with your head."

It might’ve sounded a little dramatic, but when it came to politics, no one could predict how far someone would go.

That’s why it wasn’t wrong to consider the worst-case scenario.

Besides, if there was one way to make Edmund listen carefully, it was to bring her safety into the discussion.

[That ... that would be bad,] Edmund thought. [I can’t let my wife become the public’s enemy because of my foolish decisions.]

Primrose was actually confused why Edmund, who usually thought things through so well, had acted so rashly this time.

Even though he always called himself stupid, she knew better that Edmund was a meticulous man.

Under normal circumstances, he would’ve already predicted the possible consequences, either for himself or for her.

But maybe ... this time, his mind was too clouded with guilt.

He kept blaming himself for what happened to those kids.

He was stuck in regrets, still wishing he had never given the Marquess permission to build that hellish place.

As someone with already fragile self-esteem, it wasn’t surprising that this kind of situation could break him easily.

He hated himself so much that whenever he found a reason to blame himself, he would hold onto it like a weapon, hurting himself with it until he couldn’t think clearly anymore.

Primrose could see it all. She had been reading his chaotic thoughts ever since the Marquess died.

His thoughts were so loud and restless that Primrose hadn’t been able to sleep beside him last night.

She really wanted to sleep, but she didn’t have the heart to leave her husband alone.

So, through the night, she only pretended to sleep, and by morning, she felt like a walking zombie. freewebnovel-cσ๓

Even now, after two cups of coffee, her eyes still felt heavy.

"What do you think, husband?" Primrose asked softly. "I know you feel guilty ... but there’s nothing wrong with trying to guide the public’s opinion. It’s not like you’re running away from your responsibilities."

Edmund stayed silent for a moment, thinking deeply.

His mind was still crowded, filled with thoughts that crashed into one another like waves.

"You’re not wrong, my wife," he finally said, his voice remaining calm. "I need to take control of the public’s opinion."

[If I don’t ... my wife might end up suffering in the future because of me.]

"I’ll talk to Mr. Ramond about this matter," Edmund said as he stood up from the couch, getting ready to leave. "It might turn into a long conversation, so you don’t have to wait for me for dinner."

"Oh ..." Primrose tried to hide the disappointment in her voice.

She had really been looking forward to having dinner with him because they couldn’t eat breakfast and lunch together that day. "That’s alright. I understand. This is urgent and needs to be taken care of quickly."

[She looks sad.] Edmund sighed inwardly. [I promised to always eat with her, but ... I’ve ended up breaking that promise.]

"Really, I’m fine," Primrose said gently as she reached out and took his hand. She just wanted to show him that she wasn’t upset, so he wouldn’t blame himself even more.

"We can still have breakfast together tomorrow. Just focus on what you need to do right now."

[But why do her eyes look so sad ...?]

[If she keeps staring at me with that face, how am I supposed to leave her alone?]

What eyes? Primrose didn’t even realize she was making a sad expression.

Maybe he was just imagining things or maybe ... she did look that sad.

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