The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 158

Chapter 158: The King Is Suicidal

Primrose dabbed her cheek with a handkerchief, then slowly moved closer to Edmund.

The moment her eyes accidentally met the Marquess’s, she could hear even more filthy thoughts leaking from his mind like a broken jar.

[The more I look at her, the more I think she’s too beautiful to be kept all to himself.]

[His Majesty should consider sharing her with some of his most loyal men.]

[Maybe I could even offer to train her into a proper sex slave.]

Primrose’s hands trembled slightly, and she felt so uncomfortable it made her want to vomit.

Without realizing it, she clutched Edmund’s coat in secret, quietly seeking a bit of comfort in the middle of this filth.

If the Marquess ever dared say those words out loud in front of Edmund, he wouldn’t live to regret it. The King of Beasts would slice off his head without hesitation and burn the remains to ash.

There was no way her husband would ever let another man touch her.

Primrose eventually moved to stand just behind Edmund.

To anyone watching, it might’ve looked like she was humbling herself before him.

But the truth was ... she simply wanted to be protected. To be near someone who made her feel safe again.

"I truly enjoyed our time together, Your Majesty," the Marquess said with a bright, sickening smile.

If this man could only show respect to other men, then why had he married a woman he clearly saw as a disgusting creature?

Just marry a man! No one would stop him if he did!

But maybe ... even a man like Salem would’ve stabbed the Marquess a hundred times over if he had ever been forced to marry someone like that vile man.

"I enjoyed it as well," Edmund replied. His tone sounded slightly reluctant, but thankfully, his voice always came across flat and unreadable, so the Marquess didn’t notice anything unusual.

Primrose gave his cloak a small tug, subtly urging him to leave that horrible place.

[My wife must be feeling so uncomfortable here,] Edmund thought. [So am I. What do I need to do after this to make up for all the awful things I’ve said to her? Maybe I really should let her cut off my tongue.]

She wouldn’t do that!

Why did her husband always assume that violence or death was the solution to every problem? fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓

"I’ll be staying in Moonshadow with my wife for at least a week," Edmund told the Marquess. "If you need help expanding your business, feel free to send someone to me."

He promised to help expand the Marquess’s business?

Primrose blinked in disbelief. She had thought Edmund was only planning to gather secret information from the man.

But clearly, he’d done more than that in the short time they spoke.

"It’s truly an honor to receive your support, Your Majesty," the Marquess said with another grin. "If you need anything during your stay here, don’t hesitate to ask. Even if you want more women to accompany you, I can provide that too."

Edmund held his breath. [Just how disgusting can this man get?]

"There’s no need," Edmund said flatly. "My wife ..." he hesitated, biting back the praise that sat on his tongue. "... my wife still needs to learn how to please me."

The words felt like poison, but he forced them out anyway. He couldn’t blow the act now.

[Please, I just want to leave this place already. Can I just kill him now? Wouldn’t that be better than another minute of this?]

Sensing his discomfort, Primrose gently traced the words ’I’m fine’ against his back again, silently assuring him that he hadn’t hurt her.

"Then please, enjoy your stay in our city," the Marquess said with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

[What a pity,] he thought, [if the queen ends up dead after the honeymoon.]

In that moment, Primrose seriously considered just telling the world the truth that how Edmund could heal her with a single kiss, how his saliva had the power to keep her alive even through their most intimate nights.

Maybe then, people would stop worrying she’d die from having sex with the King of Beasts.

After exchanging a few stiff, polite words with the Marquess, Edmund and Primrose finally stepped out of that dreadful place. Edmund placed a hand on her waist and gently nudged her to walk faster.

To outsiders, it might’ve looked like he was annoyed with her, like a cold husband frustrated by his slow, clumsy wife.

But in truth, he just couldn’t take one more second of pretending to belittle her. It was tearing him apart.

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