The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 43

Chapter 43: Measuring Fingers

Edmund blinked, clearly caught off guard. [Am I messing this up again?]

"I ... didn’t know the process," he admitted, scratching the back of his neck. "I thought giving you the gem first would be more meaningful."

[How could I be this clueless? Giving her something like this probably makes me look more like a beast than a man.]

[And my wife probably thinks the same.]

Yes, giving someone an unpolished, uncut gemstone was unusual, definitely not something most humans would consider romantic.

It was a bit barbaric.

But that didn’t mean Primrose didn’t like it.

Actually, She did.

"And ... I wasn’t sure what your ring size is," Edmund added, his voice a little lower, like he was embarrassed to admit it.

Beast bodies were generally larger than human bodies, so if Edmund wasn’t sure about Primrose’s ring size, the jewelers in Noctvaris might have used the standard size for beast women, which would be too big for her.

"Then, let’s measure it," Primrose said, placing her palm gently against his.

The difference was obvious.

Her hand looked so much smaller next to his—dainty, soft, almost like it didn’t belong in the same world as his rough hands.

[Her hand is so small ... and pretty.]

[I could wrap my whole hand around hers.]

Without really thinking about it, Edmund slowly closed his fingers around hers. His touch was warm and a little rough, the calluses on his palm brushing softly against her skin.

It sent a strange, fluttery feeling through her chest, something she wasn’t ready for.

He didn’t stop there.

Carefully, like she was something fragile, he began tracing each of her fingers. Memorizing the length and the shape.

Honestly, he only needed to check her ring finger, but he was touching all of them.

One by one.

It felt ... oddly intimate.

Primrose knew she should say something. Maybe pull her hand away, but she didn’t.

Instead, she looked away, trying her best to hide the soft blush rising to her cheeks.

She wasn’t sure what this moment meant, but somehow ... she didn’t want it to end.

This foolish Lycan King really had a way of making her heart beat faster and it honestly felt a little unfair.

"Maybe ... I should just ask one of the maids to write down my ring size," Primrose mumbled when she noticed Edmund was taking far too long to ’measure’ her fingers.

"No need." Edmund finally let go of her hand, though it was clear he didn’t really want to. He had already taken a mental note of every line, every curve, the exact way her fingers fit in his palm.

"I already know your size," he said, his voice sounded a little too calm for someone who’d just spent way too long tracing her entire hand.

"Oh ... alright." Primrose lowered her hands and turned away, suddenly shy.

Every time she looked at his face, her words seemed to get stuck in her throat. "I think ... you should probably go clean up, Your Majesty."

Edmund looked down and finally noticed that he had left faint smudges of dirt and dust on her soft skin.

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