The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 147

Chapter 147: A Gift From My Wife (II)

[MY WIFE MADE ME A GIFT WITH HER OWN HANDS!]

[Why does she make me fall for her more and more every day? And that shy expression—ugh, she’s too cute.]

Primrose felt even more nervous, especially after hearing his mental praises.

What if he opened the box and realized it wasn’t that great after all? What if he got disappointed?

But the moment he lifted the lid, his icy-blue eyes lit up as if he had just found a rare treasure.

"Is this really for me?" Edmund asked excitedly. Even though he didn’t smile, the way he spoke sounded like an excited puppy.

Primrose gave a small nod. "Yes ... Do you like it?"

Edmund’s gaze deepened, so intense that Primrose unknowingly got trapped in it. "This is the best gift I’ve ever received," he said.

That couldn’t be true, could it?

All she had given him was a pair of hand-knit gloves. It didn’t even come close to the luxurious gifts he’d given her before.

"I’ll try to give you something more valuable next time," Primrose said sincerely.

Edmund leaned in and pressed a kiss to her cheek. "You don’t have to. This gift is priceless to me ... because you made it."

Primrose bit her lower lip and whispered, "It wasn’t even that hard to make ..."

Edmund carefully took out the black gloves from the box, but looked a bit confused when he saw something else beneath them, another pair of gloves, this time smaller and white.

[Wait ... was my wife planning to give this other pair to someone else?]

[Another man with smaller hands than me?!]

Before his thoughts could spiral further, Primrose quickly took the white gloves from the box.

"These ... these are actually matching couple gloves," she admitted shyly. "The black ones are for you, and the white ones are for me."

Primrose hadn’t planned on making matching gloves at all. She was afraid Edmund might find it childish or silly.

But somehow, without realizing it, she had ended up knitting two pairs, one for him and one for herself.

"Do you think matching stuff is too childish?" Primrose asked, clutching the gloves in her hands.

"Some of my friends have matching handkerchiefs or little accessories with their partners, but since I’ve never had a partner before ... I’ve never experienced anything like that."

She had been the town’s jewel back in her homeland, admired by many, showered with love letters and flowers almost every day.

But she had never felt the urge to reply to any of them, because she simply didn’t like anyone.

Besides, her father was quite strict whenever he saw a man trying to approach her.

For all those reasons, Primrose had never been in a relationship before marrying Edmund.

"This isn’t childish at all," Edmund said with a faint smile, his gaze softening as he looked at her. "We can use as many matching things as you want."

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