The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 215

Chapter 215: My Husband Deserves A Treat

She gently reached for his hand. "You’re my husband. That’s who you are, and that will never change."

Edmund’s expression softened as soon as he heard her words. For once, he didn’t argue back or try to convince Primrose that he really was a monster.

He simply smiled faintly, but even that was enough to melt her heart. "Thank you," he murmured. "Thank you for trying to understand me."

Primrose blinked, her eyes lingering on his smile longer than she meant to. "Honestly, I really want to kiss you again," she said softly, "but ... there are too many people watching us right now, aren’t there?"

Edmund chuckled and gave a slight nod. "They are."

"Alright then." Primrose finally stood up and glanced around the area. "I think it’s time for us to go."

But just a moment later, she started hearing their thoughts again.

[They’re leaving already? What a shame ...]

[I was hoping for another kiss. They’re honestly giving me so much inspiration for my romance novel.]

[I’m supposed to be digging a grave right now, but watching this royal drama is way more fun.]

Wait, what?

Primrose quickly turned her head toward the tortured building. It was hard to see clearly in the dark, but thanks to the torches along the path, she managed to spot a few soldiers peeking at them from behind the bushes.

Some of them were holding shovels and cloths to wrap Thevan’s body, yet none of them had started digging. Instead, they were too busy watching the King and Queen’s dramatic little argument.

Even the ones Edmund had told to leave hadn’t gone far. They were just hiding behind the trees, clearly hoping to witness something juicy enough to fuel palace gossip for the next week.

Primrose slapped her forehead and lowered her head, too embarrassed to even look at them.

"Do you think people will say our marriage is falling apart because we argued in public?" she asked softly.

Edmund stood as well and gently tried to brush off the mud and dirt from her dress. But it was so soaked that there wasn’t much he could do.

"We could kiss again so they’ll know we’re not fighting anymore." Edmund leaned in, wanting to kiss his wife once more, but Primrose stopped him with her hand over his mouth.

"We’ve kissed enough." She cleared her throat, trying her best to hide the rising heat in her cheeks. Then she sighed. "Forget it. If we do anything else, they’ll just assume we’re going to have sex the moment we get back to our bedroom."

"We’re not?" Edmund asked, a bit too hopefully.

As tempting as that was, Primrose gave him a firm but gentle smile. "Maybe next time." She patted his cheek affectionately. "After almost drowning in the lake, all I want right now is to sleep. That’s it."

Besides, she really wasn’t in the mood for anything intimate, especially not after watching Thevan end his own life in such a brutal way.

Too much had happened in just one day. Her body was exhausted, and even Edmund’s magical saliva probably couldn’t fix that right now.

Primrose started walking toward the palace first, and Edmund quietly followed beside her. "But at least ... we can sleep in the same room tonight, right?" he asked, gently taking her hand. He quickly added, "I promise I won’t do anything bad!"

[It really feels like torture not being able to hold my wife while I’m sleeping.]

[My hands feel so empty, and the bed is so cold.]

[If I have to sleep alone again tonight, I might die of hypothermia by tomorrow.]

Primrose blinked, slightly stunned by his dramatic inner monologue.

There was no way the mighty Lycan King would actually die just because he couldn’t cuddle his wife at night.

But maybe ... Primrose needed his hug as well tonight.

"Alright," she said softly, smiling as she gave his hand a gentle squeeze. "We can sleep in the same room tonight." She glanced at him with a serious look. "But I really mean it, I’m not in the mood for anything... sensual right now."

Edmund nodded without hesitation. "I understand," he replied quickly. "I’ll keep that in mind."

They walked in silence for a few seconds before Edmund leaned a little closer and spoke in a quieter voice, "Maybe ... in the morning?"

Primrose let out a soft sigh. "If you keep bringing it up, I’ll lose the mood completely," she warned. "So maybe just keep that thought to yourself and let it happen naturally."

But unfortunately, Primrose forgot for a moment that she could hear his thoughts very clearly.

Was he really that sex-deprived? It had only been a few days.

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