The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 112

Chapter 112: The Father Who Loves His Daughter

Edmund stiffened the moment he heard Lazarus’ words.

[Have I been treating my wife well? I don’t know ... she’s been crying a lot in front of me.]

[Does that mean I’m a terrible husband? Yes, I must be. I’m awful.]

He lowered his head even more, too guilty to say a word to his father-in-law.

[I’m such a bad husband. Maybe I really deserve to die.]

Primrose was speechless at hearing his thoughts. Each day, it felt like he was getting more and more dramatic.

She wiped her tears roughly with her sleeve, sniffled, and spoke through soft sobs. "He’s treating me well," she said quietly. "My husband has been so kind to me. It’s me who’s not good enough for him."

Those words should be enough to calm him down, right?

[Why is my wife putting herself down like that? I’m the useless one, not her!!]

[Is she scared I’ll get angry if she tells her father the truth?]

What kind of truth?!

In her first life, sure, he had been a bad husband because he was always trying to avoid her and leaving her feeling lonely.

But this time, he had tried so hard to make his wife happy and had learned how to communicate with Primrose.

He was far from perfect, but that didn’t make him a bad husband.

Even Primrose wasn’t a perfect wife yet.

"I’m not good at all," Edmund suddenly blurted out, voice cracking a little. "But my wife is perfect for me." fгeewёbnoѵel_cσm

What kind of son-in-law would openly call himself terrible right in front of his father-in-law?!

Primrose’s tears instantly dried up out of pure frustration with her husband. "No! I’m not perfect at all!"

Primrose ran to Edmund and clung to his arm. "Since the first day I arrived here, my husband has given me a comfortable room, so much delicious food, and ... and he even always brings me lots of gifts!"

Edmund shook his head firmly. "No! My wife has done more than I ever could! She’s trying so hard to learn how to be a good queen, and she even wants to give me a chi—"

Primrose immediately slapped her hand over his mouth.

She glared at him like she was screaming silently, "Don’t say that in front of my father!"

If strangers knew about their sex life, she wouldn’t have cared that much.

But if it was her father?

That would just be extremely awkward!

[Why are they bickering like little kids?] he thought. [But ... they don’t seem unhappy at all.]

He relaxed slightly, letting out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding.

[I used to lie awake at night, worrying that my daughter would be miserable after marrying into the beast kingdom.]

[If only the emperor hadn’t threatened to exile both of us if I refused the marriage proposal, I never would have let her go.]

[I could’ve survived being banished. But Rosie ... she’s been my little princess since the day she was born. I wasn’t sure she could survive a life without comfort and love.]

Primrose froze for a moment.

The Emperor of Vellmoria had also threatened to exile her and her father?

How many threats had the Emperor actually thrown at the Duke of Illvaris and the King of Noctvaris?

But among all the confusing thoughts, one thing stood out and made Primrose’s heart ache—

Both her father and her husband had been thinking about her well-being when they made their choices.

Her father had been right.

No matter how badly Primrose wanted to live with him, she wouldn’t have survived exile.

Unlike Noctvaris, where exiles were sent to freezing lands, the Emperor of Vellmoria exiled people to barren, scorching places, where the sun could kill and water was nearly impossible to find.

People died there from thirst.

Not only that, the place was full of criminals, and people often said it was terribly unsafe for women, especially beautiful young women.

If Primrose had been exiled there, she might have ended up passed around among the men like a prize, and of course, Lazarus would never allow such a fate to befall his beloved daughter.

But still ... why had her father been so sure that Primrose would be safer in the land of beasts?

[If I hadn’t known the Lycan King well enough, I would’ve run away with my daughter.]

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