The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 224

Chapter 224: That Horse Tried to Kill Me!

Edmund blinked, finally taking the situation seriously when he saw how upset she was.

"That was the couple glove I made myself," she said, her voice softening with sadness.

"Oh no," Edmund muttered as he watched Dante chew the last of it. "I’m really sorry. But ... I think he already finished it."

Primrose pouted, her brows furrowing deeply. "But it was our couple glove ..."

Now Edmund truly felt bad.

He stepped closer and gently took her hands in his, rubbing them between his palms to comfort her.

"It’s alright. Really," he said softly. "We can buy new ones in the capital."

Primrose lowered her head and kicked a tiny pebble with the tip of her shoe.

"But ... I made it myself," she whispered. "Now I can’t wear matching gloves with you anymore."

Edmund’s heart clenched. He didn’t want to see her sad, not even for a second.

So he took her bare hand and kissed it. Once, then again, and again until he’d kissed it more times than he could count.

"I’ll make it again for you," he said between kisses. "It will be exactly the same, just like the one he ate. I promise."

Primrose frowned. "How? You don’t even know how to knit."

"Who said I don’t?" Edmund raised an eyebrow. "I can knit."

She blinked several times, stunned. She hadn’t expected that at all. Her husband, the same man who looked like he was born holding a sword, could knit?

"Don’t be upset again, alright?" Edmund said softly, trying to comfort her.

[This greedy horse is seriously testing my patience,] he muttered in his thoughts.

[I’ve told him again and again that we don’t have to eat trash anymore, and yet he still eats anything he sees!]

Trash?

Primrose raised an eyebrow. Why would he even say that? Why did they ever have to eat trash?

Her heart tightened a little. It must’ve had something to do with his past.

He ran away from home when he was only four years old. He probably didn’t have much to eat back then, so anything, even trash, had to be enough to survive.

"Please forgive him just this once," Edmund pleaded softly. "I promise he won’t do it again."

"It’s ... it’s fine," she finally said, her irritation slowly melting away. "Just make sure he doesn’t eat my other glove."

Edmund sighed in relief as soon as her pout disappeared. "Of course."

He then leaned closer to Dante and whispered something into the horse’s ear. "You can eat whatever you want, but not anything that belongs to my wife, got it?"

His voice turned softer, almost too soft to hear. But Primrose still caught a few words. "I hate seeing her sad ..."

After giving Dante’s head a few more pats, Edmund turned to her again.

"Alright, we’re ready." He looked at her cautiously. "You ... still want to go, right?"

Primrose let out a small sigh and then gave him a bright smile. "Of course. I’m not letting a hungry horse ruin my day!"

They moved to prepare for the ride into the capital.

At first, Primrose hesitated.

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