The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 25

Chapter 25: Husband, Speak!

Primrose’s fingers curled around the teacup as her heart stumbled over itself. His words were simple, too simple, yet they struck her like an arrow straight to the chest.

It wasn’t fair.

She shouldn’t be this easily moved. She should resent Edmund for everything he had done—or rather, everything he hadn’t done—in their past life. He had neglected her, made her believe he despised her.

But how could she hate him when the truth was so different from what she had thought?

It wasn’t fair. Not at all.

Because of his horrendous communication skills, their marriage had crumbled before it even had a chance to flourish, shattered into countless pieces.

But ... she had never tried to talk to him either. She had simply assumed the worst and let the silence devour them both.

It was only now, looking at him, that she realized something that he wasn’t the only one who had messed up.

She had chosen to believe all her negative thoughts rather than talking to him to clear things up.

She had let misunderstandings surround them instead of breaking them down.

She had let herself believe that he didn’t care ... instead of daring to ask if he did.

But still, he was more at fault than her!

If only he hadn’t acted like a grumpy wolf all the time, maybe she wouldn’t have been too scared to talk to him!

That’s right!

The wife is never wrong!

She let out a sharp breath. Then, with a slight pout, she muttered, "Why didn’t you just tell me this was a gift from you?"

Edmund frowned, as if the answer was obvious. "What for? It’s not important."

[The most important thing is that my wife looks happy.]

[Honestly, I didn’t even want to step foot in this greenhouse because I was afraid I’d ruin the flowers.]

[But I wanted to see her. And if I asked her to come to my room, she’d think I only cared about her body.]

Primrose tightened her grip on her fan. She was so done with this Lycan’s indifferent behavior!

Would it really kill him to just say things outright instead of standing there like a mute statue and letting her misunderstand him over and over again?!

Her patience finally snapped.

With a sharp thud, she slammed her palm against the table. The teacups clattered, a few pastries toppled onto the floor.

Then, she stood.

Her chair scraped against the floor as she rose, her sharp gaze locking onto Edmund like a hawk closing in on its prey.

[W-what just happened?!]

[Why does my wife suddenly look furious?!]

[Did I mess up again?!]

"Your Majesty," Primrose inhaled deeply, trying to keep her voice even, but her patience was hanging by a thread. "If you never tell me what you’re thinking, how am I supposed to understand you?"

Edmund instinctively leaned back, looking similar to a guilty dog who had just been caught tearing up his owner’s shoes.

"You ... you want to understand me?" he asked cautiously, like he wasn’t sure if this was a trick question.

"Of course, I do!" Primrose shouted. Her voice echoed through the greenhouse.

Edmund froze on the spot, stiff as a board, not even daring to breathe.

"You’re my husband!" she continued, "How in the world are we supposed to be a proper husband and wife if I don’t know anything about you?!"

She jabbed a finger in his direction. "If you give me something, you should at least tell me that you’re the one who gave it!"

Her eyes narrowed. "What if one day I mistakenly assume the gift came from another man instead of you?"

Edmund’s pupils dilated. His jaw clenched. His whole body went rigid. "NO."

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