The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 461

Chapter 461: The King’s Magic Kiss

Of course, all of Primrose’s friends would choose her over Bianca. After all, Primrose was more likable and didn’t act like she ruled the world all the time.

That was why, whenever they argued, everyone chose to stand on Primrose’s side. Besides, Bianca was usually the one who started the trouble.

"Maybe you should go home early," Ilyana said with worry. "Don’t force yourself, or you might collapse."

[Standing for so long must be very hard on her,] Ilyana thought. [I couldn’t stand for long either when I was pregnant. Good thing her husband is always with her.]

"How about I ask my father to check on you?" Aster suggested. "He might be able to give you a simple potion."

Bianca, not wanting to look like a cruel host, finally said, "I can ask the maids to prepare a guest room for you to rest here."

[As if I’d let her stay in my palace any longer,] Bianca sneered in her mind. [What if she tries to seduce my husband and crawl into his bed?]

How the hell could Bianca still think that Primrose would try to seduce her husband? Where was the logic?!

"It’s better if we leave early," Edmund said at last. He gently took the teacup from Primrose’s hand and supported her back. "My wife will feel more comfortable resting at home. May we take our leave, Your Majesty?"

Bianca stiffened when her eyes met Edmund’s—no, not stiffened. She felt flustered.

[Why does this king look so handsome?] Bianca thought. [If I had known the Lycan King looked like this, I would’ve gladly taken Primrose’s place and gone to Noctvaris.]

So who was the one trying to seduce someone else’s husband now?

"O-of course," Bianca said, forcing a smile as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "I’ll escort you outside."

"There’s no need," Edmund said calmly, stopping her before she could step closer. "You still have many guests. We’ll excuse ourselves."

Primrose’s head spun even more, and she no longer had the strength to speak. In the end, Edmund was the one who said their goodbyes to her friends and asked his soldier to deliver the gifts Primrose had prepared for Rowena.

Since it wasn’t proper to hand over gifts during the banquet, Edmund instructed the soldier to bring them to the carriage of the King of Elandria instead.

He also informed Lazarus that they would be leaving early and assured him that Primrose would be fine. That way, Lazarus didn’t need to leave and could continue enjoying the banquet with his noble friends.

"Here, put this on first," Edmund said softly as he helped Primrose into her coat and wrapped the scarf around her neck once they were inside the carriage.

To be honest, Primrose didn’t even remember how she had walked there. Her mind had been drifting the entire time.

He knelt in front of his wife so their faces were at the same level, not wanting her to strain her neck by looking up at him. At first, he wanted to pull her onto his lap, but the heavy, complicated gown she wore would only make her uncomfortable. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

He lifted his hand and traced his finger slowly along her lips. "How is it?" He asked. "Feeling better?"

Primrose couldn’t help being a little naughty and bit his thumb. She even smiled slightly, as if to tell him that she wouldn’t mind if he wanted her to suck something else, something bigger probably.

[No.] Edmund rejected her in his mind even before Primrose could say anything. He quickly pulled his finger away from her mouth. [You can’t put things in your mouth so carelessly.]

Primrose let out a long sigh, feeling a little disappointed. Then she replied, "I’m feeling better now." She smiled brightly and gave him a tight hug. "Honestly, I feel so healthy thanks to my handsome husband. I might even be able to go back to the banquet."

She felt his body stiffen the moment she said that, and she laughed softly. "I’m kidding." She pulled back and cupped his face. "We’re not going back to that hellhole, at least not tonight."

"Good," Edmund said, releasing a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding.

Since Primrose truly looked better, Edmund returned to his seat. To calm himself, he reached out and opened the curtain of the carriage.

Outside, the streets were lined with glowing lanterns, stretching far into the distance.

"In Azmeria, people light lanterns like this whenever it’s the king’s birthday," Primrose said softly. Her voice lost its warmth. "I don’t think they’d celebrate like this if they knew how rotten their king really is."