The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 23

Chapter 23: The Obedient King

Primrose sat gracefully before him, lowering her head and clutching her fan tightly.

"Did I ... do something wrong today, Your Majesty?" Her voice was soft, hesitant, like she was barely holding back her distress.

She brought a delicate hand to her lips, her eyes widening as if she had just realized something devastating. "I-Is it because ... I wasn’t good enough for you last night?"

[WHAT?! NOT GOOD ENOUGH?!]

[WIFE, YOU WERE PERFECT!]

Edmund’s frown deepened. "Why would you even think that?"

"You’re speaking to me so coldly ..." she whispered softly. "I just thought ... maybe you were disappointed. Maybe you regretted it."

She paused for a moment, sighing as if she was holding back her tears. "Or maybe ... maybe you’re mad at me for ... dirtying your bed."

She let out a dramatic sigh before lightly knocking herself on the head with her fan, a pitiful attempt at self-punishment.

"I’m so sorry for my bad behavior last night." Another light bonk on the head. "I promise ... I’ll never dirty your bed again."

Her voice trembled, as if she had just vowed to abandon something precious.

Meanwhile, Edmund sat frozen, completely and utterly bewildered. His grip on his teacup slackened as her words sank in.

[S-She doesn’t want to sleep in my bed again?!]

[But ... but she said we could do it again next time!]

[This is my fault! I made my wife sad! I deserve to be thrown into a pit of fire!]

Edmund cleared his throat, sitting up straighter, desperately trying to soften his tone so he wouldn’t sound so cold.

"You can ... dirty my bed every night."

Primrose’s eyes widened for a split second, completely caught off guard. frёeωebɳovel.com

Did he ... really just say that?

Wow. What a pervert.

[...WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT, EDMUND?!]

[That sounded way worse!]

[Now she definitely thinks I’m a depraved beast!]

He cleared his throat again, gripping his teacup like his life depended on it. "I mean ... I’m sorry for speaking so coldly to you." He quickly averted his gaze, his voice quieter. "I just ... didn’t know what to say when you came here."

Now that was progress!

He really needed to start clarifying every cold or ridiculous thing he said.

Lucky for him, Primrose could read his mind now.

Otherwise, their marriage would fall apart—for a second time—not because of some grand betrayal, but simply due to a tragic case of miscommunication!

"Then ... did I do well last night?" Primrose asked, this time genuinely embarrassed.

Edmund didn’t hesitate. "You were great."

Primrose felt her cheeks heat up. That was ... unexpectedly sweet.

But then he ruined it.

"I thoroughly enjoyed our mating session."

Primrose’s smile froze. Mating session?

She resisted the urge to throw her fan at his face. Did he have to make it sound like they were two wild animals breeding in the woods?

Sure, he was a beast, but she was one hundred percent human!

Taking a deep breath to calm herself, she lowered her fan just enough to glare at him. "Then why," she said slowly, "did I wake up in a completely different room?"

She kept her voice sweet, but the sarcasm dripped like honey laced with poison. "Did I disgust you so much that you couldn’t bear to share a bed with me after we engaged our sacred bond?"

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