The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 457

Chapter 457: Just Look at Me

"My husband is my pride and joy. Even if you make a mistake, it won’t change how I feel about you."

After hearing Primrose’s gentle encouragement, Edmund no longer feared embarrassing her. Somehow, her words eased his heart, and his nerves slowly settled.

He took Primrose’s hand and placed his other hand behind her back. [But what if I forget the steps?] Edmund suddenly grew nervous again when they began to move across the ballroom together with the other rulers.

"Then I’ll guide you," Primrose said softly, smiling at him. "Don’t look around. Just look at me."

Edmund did exactly as she said. He fixed his eyes on Primrose’s face, gazing at her with such focus, as if the world around them had faded away. He noticed every detail of her appearance; her eyes, her lips, the way the light touched her hair.

[The tiara... do you like it?] Edmund asked in his mind.

Primrose nodded. "I do," she whispered. "The tiara is really beautiful."

There were so many words in her mind to express the beauty of the tiara to Edmund. However, she couldn’t speak too much, because the people around them would probably think Primrose was trying to talk to her husband while he ignored her.

"It looks perfect with your hair," Edmund suddenly said out loud instead of speaking in his mind.

He probably sensed that his wife was hesitant to speak to him, or perhaps he finally realized that he had looked like he was ignoring her the whole time.

"You also smell sweeter than usual," Edmund continued his praise. "Your scent makes me feel like I’m standing in the middle of a flower garden instead of a ballroom."

"Y-you praise me too much," Primrose said, unable to help but turn her face slightly away. But as the music grew louder, Edmund pulled her closer without hesitation.

She tightened her grip on Edmund’s hand, and her heart pounded harder as she breathed in his scent at such a close distance.

"W-why are you suddenly so aggressive?" Primrose asked shyly. "You should only act like this in private."

If anyone else accidentally heard her words, they would probably think that the mighty Lycan King had beaten his wife behind closed doors.

When in truth... they were just a bit freaky in bed.

"He keeps staring at you," Edmund murmured, glancing at the King of Azmeria, who had been watching Primrose as if he wanted to pierce through her with his gaze. "Can’t you hear his thoughts?"

"I can," Primrose lowered her voice even further. Fortunately, Edmund had sharp hearing, so the loud music didn’t interfere with it.

"He’s just bitter because I rejected him back then." As Edmund lifted her slightly during the dance, Primrose wrapped her arms around his neck. "And because I married a man older than him."

Averon should have known that age was not the only reason Lazarus had outright rejected his marriage proposal. It was because he wanted to marry an underage girl when he himself was nearly thirty.

Edmund, on the other hand, did not propose to her when she was underage, nor did he propose because he lusted after her.

Her sweet husband, Edmund, proposed to her because the Moon Goddess told him that she was his mate, a piece of his soul.

Not long after, she heard the sound of applause echoing through the ballroom, and most of the people were praising Primrose in their minds.

[I didn’t know the Lycan King could be this adorable. They couldn’t even stop giggling and talking while dancing!]

[I don’t know what they were talking about, but it looks like he teased her a lot.]

Primrose bit the inside of her lip and only turned her face toward her husband’s broad chest because she felt so embarrassed.

They could probably see how red her face was, since it stood out clearly against her pale skin.

"That was wonderful, Rosie," Bianca said as she walked toward her with a smile. Primrose narrowed her eyes slightly, because Bianca kept calling her by name, while Primrose had to use honorific titles whenever she spoke to her.

"No, not really." Primrose shook her head and replied humbly. "You were even more graceful than I was, Your Majesty."

"Of course," Bianca replied quickly. "I would be a terrible host if I couldn’t match my guests’ grace."

Behind her smile, Bianca’s thoughts were sharp and bitter. [This bitch... my husband kept staring at her the whole time!]

[I truly regret inviting her here.]