The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 88

Chapter 88: Poison Expert (1)

Silas and his assistant took their leave as soon as he finished showing Marielle how to brew the herbal powder.

"My assistant and I will be in our room if you need anything, Your Majesty," Silas said with a polite bow before quietly stepping out.

Edmund moved closer to Primrose, gently placing his palm on her warm forehead. "Wife, are you really okay?" he asked softly, concern written all over his face.

[Just as I thought ... I should’ve just given her my saliva. The fever would’ve been gone in seconds.]

In other words, he just wanted to kiss his wife over and over again under the excuse of "healing her fever."

If Primrose actually let him do that, instead of letting her sleep after a kiss, he would probably end up making her work hard on the bed.

No, not tonight. She had another meeting with Sevrin tomorrow, so she didn’t want to oversleep.

"I’m fine, Your Majesty," she said, giving him a gentle smile. "But ... can I ask you for a favor?"

Edmund nodded eagerly. "Of course, wife. Anything."

"Please leave my room," Primrose said calmly, though there was a hint of seriousness in her tone.

Edmund blinked. "Why?"

He was puzzled, not understanding why his wife was suddenly kicking him out.

[Did... did I do something wrong again?]

[Was she unhappy because I called the doctor? But I only called Dr. Silas because he’s supposed to be her personal doctor.]

[WHAT DID I DO WRONG?!]

Edmund was having a full-blown crisis in his head, as if Primrose had asked him for a divorce instead of simply telling him to leave her bedroom.

Even though he wasn’t thinking anything bad, the expression on his face was so intense that Marielle, standing nearby, actually flinched. She was worried the King might lash out, just because the Queen had dared to ask something of him.

Primrose let out a slow, tired sigh.

Both of them were making her headache worse.

"I already told you," she said gently. "I want to change my clothes and get some sleep. So I think it’s time for us to say goodnight and see each other in the morning."

She gave him a faint smile. "This isn’t your room, Your Majesty."

[Then why?! I can sleep anywhere! I could even sleep on the floor, as long as I can stay by my sick wife’s side!]

Primrose didn’t need to hear his thoughts to know he meant it.

She was pretty sure that if she asked, he would really curl up on the floor like a big, sad puppy.

But no. She didn’t want him in her room any longer because she had a reason.

"Your Majesty," she called again, this time a little softer, when he still hadn’t moved. "Please. I just want to sleep well tonight. And I can only really rest when I’m alone. Will you do that for me?"

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