The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 222

Chapter 222: The Man With Black Hair and Blue Eyes

Edmund looked a little startled by her words. He asked quietly, "Do I look ... ugly with this hair?"

"Ugly?" Primrose frowned, clearly disagreeing. "No way. You still look handsome, just like always."

To be honest, with features as dangerously attractive as Edmund’s, he probably wouldn’t look bad even if he went completely bald.

"It’s not about you," Primrose added, shaking her head. "I just don’t like blondes. That hair color makes me angry."

She clicked her tongue softly, trying not to sound too upset, but the irritation was already written all over her face.

Edmund’s expression darkened, not because he was offended, but because his mind immediately jumped to a darker thought. "Was there a blonde man who harassed you? Or insulted you?"

Primrose let out a tired sigh. "No, nothing that extreme," she explained. "It’s just ... there are too many blondes in my kingdom. Seriously, if you take five steps, you’ll bump into one."

Blonde hair was seen as something beautiful and rare in her hometown, like gold. People often admired it and even saw it as a symbol of nobility or high status.

But because they were constantly praised for it, many of them became arrogant and full of themselves.

"Most of the blonde men I met were always flirting with every woman they laid eyes on, and many of them had at least three lovers at the same time," she said, rubbing her forehead as if the memory gave her a headache. "And a few of them even spread awful rumors about me just because I turned them down."

The gossip wasn’t destructive enough to ruin her reputation, but it was still enough to embarrass her publicly.

One man even spread gossip that Primrose was too aggressive for a woman, claiming that she confessed her love to him, but not once, but twice.

He even said she cried loudly and knelt in front of him when he rejected her.

As if! There was no way she would do something like that.

In truth, she was the one who rejected him, and he was the one crying when her father kicked him out of her house.

After that, people started giving her strange looks. Some even said to her face that she had no dignity as a woman.

It wasn’t fair at all.

How could she lose her dignity just for rejecting a man’s love?

"No, forget it," Primrose muttered with a groan. "If you want to keep the blonde hair, then go ahead. It’s fine."

Maybe she could learn to let go of her dislike for blondes if it was her husband who looked that way.

But to her surprise, Edmund immediately replied, "Then I won’t use this hair color."

[If I ever meet those men who traumatized my wife,] he thought darkly, [I’ll shave their heads and throw their naked bodies into the city square.]

Primrose’s expression twitched. Sometimes, she still wasn’t used to hearing Edmund’s unfiltered, slightly sadistic thoughts.

"So," Edmund asked gently, "what hair color do you like?"

Without thinking twice, she answered right away. "Any color is actually fine, but if you’re asking which one I like the most, then the answer is ..."

She trailed off for a moment, just to tease him. "Black. I like black hair the most."

She leaned forward with a smile. "I really like it when I see a man with black hair and blue eyes."

Edmund held his breath. [That ... that sounds like me. Or maybe it’s just a common description?]

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