The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 134

Chapter 134: My Husband Is Handsome!

"That way, I won’t have to wait for you to come out, and you won’t have to wait in the cold."

Edmund was too stunned to respond. He hadn’t expected his wife to offer to let him wait in her bedroom while she got dressed next time.

That meant ... he wouldn’t have to secretly watch her through Bunnie’s eyes, right?

"I ... I’ll do that next time, my wife," he said, clearing his throat and quickly opening the carriage door for her. "How about we leave now, before the sun comes up?"

Primrose nodded and took his hand as he helped her into the carriage. He climbed in after her, and she leaned slightly toward the window to watch the others.

Outside, Salem and the soldiers were mounting their horses, getting ready to ride ahead of them.

Actually, a while ago, Silas had also offered to accompany her to Moonshadow City, saying he could assist with her health during the journey.

However, Primrose politely turned him down, saying that Salem had enough basic medical knowledge, and that was more than enough.

Like hell she’d bring that walking disaster along on what was basically her honeymoon.

"Is the carriage comfortable enough for you, wife?" Edmund asked nervously.

He had made special arrangements, asking the soldiers to replace the seats with something softer, and even instructing the maids to fill the space with as many cushions as possible.

But ... maybe they overdid it.

Primrose could barely find space to sit, surrounded by pillows, while Edmund’s side of the carriage was completely plain.

There was not a single pillow near him.

"This is more than enough," she said with a smile, picking up one of her many pillows.

She held it out to him. "Here, do you want one for your back? It might hurt if you lean against that hard wall for too long."

Edmund gently shook his head. "No, I’m fine. These are meant for you."

But Primrose had a small mountain of pillows beside her. Giving him one wouldn’t make her the least bit uncomfortable.

"Please, just take one," she said, her voice turning gentle. "I’ll feel uncomfortable if you look uncomfortable."

Fortunately, her words touched his heart.

After a moment, he took the pillow with reluctance and placed it behind his back. "Alright ... just one."

Primrose’s smile grew brighter. She leaned into her cushions and turned her eyes toward him again.

Even though lycans were known for their incredible stamina, she could still see the faint shadows under his eyes, proof he hadn’t been sleeping well.

The thought made Primrose feel an ache in her chest. She hadn’t realized just how hard he’d been pushing himself.

[Is something wrong with my face?] Edmund panicked internally as he noticed her staring at him for too long.

[Do I look that bad? I should’ve fixed my hair. Does she feel embarrassed having to sit next to me like this?]

Primrose frowned slightly. Why did he always talk down about himself?

If he truly believed he was ugly, then half the men in the world were doomed.

How could he even think that way?

Just look at him! Who in their right mind would look at Edmund and say he wasn’t handsome?

He hadn’t even combed his hair, letting the strands fall over his forehead, and somehow, he looked even hotter than usual.

’How does that even make sense?!’ she thought.

Maybe his low self-esteem was part of why he struggled to communicate his feelings sometimes.

Primrose made a mental note: She needed to build up his confidence.

Just enough so he could stand beside her without thinking he was the "ugly one."

Because to her, he was anything but that.

"Husband," Primrose called softly once the carriage began to move.

Her golden eyes gleamed in the dim light, almost as if they were glowing on their own. "I’ve been thinking about how you look today." frёeωebɳovel.com

Edmund stiffened in his seat. "Is something wrong with me?"

[My face must look awful,] he panicked. [I forgot to shave this morning.]

[Maybe it’s my clothes. I shouldn’t have worn black, she probably doesn’t like such dull colors.]

Primrose took a deep breath and replied, "No. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with you."

She lowered her voice, almost like a secret just for him. "Actually ... I think you look really handsome today."

Edmund froze. His brain spiraled into chaos. [WHAT?! Handsome? Where? How?!]

Primrose wanted to ask the same thing, where was this so-called "ugliness" he always talked about? Because as far as she could see, there was none.

"I ... I’m not," Edmund muttered, turning his head away from her intense gaze. "You’ve probably seen many handsome men in your homeland. I can’t compare to them."

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