The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 74

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Chapter 74: Do You Want to Make Me Cry in Bed?

"I’m not lying ..." Edmund explained. "When I was a kid, a butterfly flew into my ear. I thought it was going to eat my brain and make me dumb forever."

[But it turns out I’m just naturally dumb.]

Primrose almost choked on her own saliva after hearing that.

Who in their right mind would admit they were dumb?

That’s right, only the foolish Lycan King would say something like that without a second thought.

"That’s ... actually kind of scary," Primrose said with an awkward laugh.

Edmund sat down beside her but didn’t say anything right away. He just looked at her quietly, while Primrose kept her eyes on the floor, pretending to study their feet.

"But," Edmund said all of a sudden, "there’s something else I’m scared of." fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

Primrose glanced up, a bit curious. "What is it?"

"Seeing you cry," Edmund muttered. "That’s scary."

Primrose froze.

What kind of answer was that? Was he trying to be sweet on purpose?

But this was Edmund. A man who could barely put his feelings into words most of the time. There’s no way he was just flirting with her like that for fun.

Suddenly, she remembered something from one of the pages in his journal. ’I’d rather get stabbed in the heart than have to see my wife’s tears.’

And not long after, she heard his thoughts slipping into her mind again.

[The coachman told me she was crying the whole way from her homeland to the Noctvaris Kingdom.]

[The moment I heard that, I couldn’t help but turn my back on her... because it was just too hard to see her sad face.]

Primrose remembered that clearly.

During her first few days at the palace, Edmund always avoided her—like she was some kind of plague he couldn’t touch.

She didn’t know what kind of expression she had shown him back then, but judging from his thoughts, it must’ve looked awful every time their eyes met.

And honestly, who could blame her?

She had been forced into this marriage.

What kind of woman wouldn’t cry her eyes out after being dragged away from her home and told to marry the King of Beasts?

That pain had blurred her view of Edmund too.

Now that she thought about it ... maybe she never actually hated him.

She just hated how everything had started.

She hated the way she was forced into this. She hated losing control.

And that anger ... it spilled over. It made her blame Edmund for everything, even when he didn’t deserve it.

She shut her heart, refused to see any kindness in him, and convinced herself he was the enemy. If it weren’t for her ability to read minds, she probably would’ve held onto that hate forever.