The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 7

Chapter 7: The Lycan King is a Pathetic Lovesick

Primrose had never expected that she had a talent for acting.

Her little sob story about having a weak heart? Yeah, it was absolute nonsense.

Total bullshit.

And yet, the mighty Lycan King looked like he was about to have a full-blown crisis over it.

[What if she faints? What if she collapses right here?]

[What if I'm the reason she—NO. NO. I WON'T LET IT HAPPEN.]

His throat felt dry, and his chest tightened with something dangerously close to guilt. He wanted to say something, any words to comfort her, but his tongue felt heavy.

[Stupid. Idiot. BEAST. How could I raise my voice at my own mate?!]

[She must hate me. She must think I'm cruel. She must be so afraid of me—]

Edmund inhaled sharply, trying to control the panic rising inside him.

[I have to fix this. I have to protect her. No more yelling. No more scaring her. From now on, I'll make sure she never feels pain again.]

And then, another horrifying thought struck him again.

[Wait ... how many times have I yelled at her before?]

[Have I been hurting her this whole time?]

[Oh, fuck. I AM A MONSTER.]

He barely touched his food during breakfast, too busy worrying about Primrose's weak heart.

Ever since she told him, he hadn't dared to say a word. He just sat there, stiff and silent, his usual scowl replaced with something that almost looked like guilt.

Primrose sighed internally. 'Great. Now he looks like he's avoiding me, just like in the past.'

She didn't want him yelling at her like some untamed beast every time he spoke, but she also didn't want him to stop talking to her entirely.

By the time breakfast ended, she had an idea.

She reached across the table and placed her hand over his. His fingers twitched under her touch, but this time, he didn't pull away.

"Your Majesty," she said, her voice sounding gentle. "Maybe this doesn't seem important to you, but ... since we'll be living together for a long time, there's something you should know about me."

She leaned in slightly, her lips close enough that he could feel her warm breath against his skin. "I get really sad when I feel lonely for too long." Her lashes lowered, whispering, "So ... I hope you won't avoid me while I'm here."

Edmund's entire body tensed the moment Primrose's fingers curled against his palm.

[She's touching me again!]

[Stay calm. Stay calm, you beast.]

His gaze flickered to their joined hands, his fingers twitching as if he wanted to pull away, but he hesitated, afraid of upsetting his wife again.

[Wife, I'm afraid I might give you a heart attack if I talk to you again!]

[I have a terrible temper, wife! I don't want to upset you!]

Primrose sighed as she listened to his frantic thoughts. Was lowering his voice really that difficult? So much so that he would rather stay silent than risk speaking to her?

"Instead of avoiding me, why don't you just try speaking to me ... nicely?"

[She wants me to be nice?!]

[What if I mess up? What if I scare her again?]

[No. This is my wife. If she wants me to be nice, then I'll try.]

Slowly, so painfully slow, he eventually gave her a stiff nod.

The moment he did, Primrose beamed at him, her smile stretching so wide that her eyes curved into crescent moons.

[She's smiling! Her smile is beautiful ....]

And now, when he finally had the chance to go, he looked annoyed. freewёbnoνel.com

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