The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 160

Chapter 160: Lovebirds

Primrose hummed softly as they strolled side by side through the city streets. To keep a low profile, they wore cloaks with hoods that partially covered their faces.

But even with the hoods, it was hard to avoid attention, mostly because Edmund was far too tall to blend in.

Beasts were usually taller than humans, but Edmund was even bigger than most beasts.

No wonder so many people had always whispered that Primrose wouldn’t survive her first night after being marked by the mighty Lycan King.

"Have you ever walked around the city like this before?" Primrose asked, slipping her arm around his and choosing to ignore the stares from passersby.

"I rarely walk through the streets," Edmund admitted. "But when something serious is happening in the city, I usually patrol."

"Just patrolling?" Primrose tilted her head to get a better look at his face. "I mean, have you ever gone out just to buy something? Or, I don’t know ... just to have fun?"

Edmund was quiet for a moment. Then he asked, "Can you define fun for me?"

Primrose blinked. Could she define it? Of course she could, but it was strange. Didn’t everyone understand what fun meant?

"Well," she began, "having fun usually means doing something that makes you happy. For me, it’s hanging out with friends, going shopping, or maybe enjoying a nice dinner at a fancy restaurant."

She knew her husband wasn’t the social type, but surely he had something he enjoyed, right?

"Hunting!" she exclaimed, gently tapping his arm. "You enjoy hunting, don’t you?"

If she remembered correctly, one of the soldiers had told her the Lycan King often went into the forest to hunt. He even had a whole room in the palace filled with hunting clothes and weapons.

But Edmund shook his head. "I don’t hunt for fun. I do it to train to improve my focus and accuracy."

Primrose stepped a little ahead of him, turning to walk backward so she could look at his face. "Really? But hunting sounds like it could be fun."

Her father used to go hunting with his friends too. Primrose never really understood what was so enjoyable about walking through the woods for hours just to find a single target.

She didn’t think it sounded fun at all, but now that she knew Edmund liked it, she found herself wondering if she could join him someday.

"Then ... what do you usually do for fun?" she asked.

This time, Edmund didn’t respond for a long while. It wasn’t that he was ignoring her, but he genuinely didn’t know how to answer.

[I don’t think I’ve ever done anything just for fun ...] Edmund thought. [I’ve just lived by routine. Eat, train, work ... then train again to be better the next day.]

[Wait, does drinking liquor count as fun? But that’s just something I do out of habit. So ... where’s the fun in that?]

Primrose stayed quietly beside him, listening to the thoughts swirling in his mind.

Primrose walked beside him quietly, listening to his thoughts with a heavy heart. He was trying so hard to figure it out, turning over every action in his mind, wondering if any of them had ever made him truly happy.

The problem was ... he didn’t know how to recognize it.

Primrose realized that her husband might have a condition, one that made it incredibly difficult for him to understand his own emotions, especially when it came to happiness.

If he couldn’t even recognize those feelings in his mind, how could he possibly show them on his face?

Primrose wasn’t sure if she could fix that for him, but maybe ... she could help, little by little.

"There are actually so many different ways to define fun," she said gently. "It’s not always about laughing out loud or jumping around like a child. Sometimes, fun is just feeling safe. Being with someone who makes you feel calm. Doing simple things that make your heart feel lighter."

"... Sometimes," she added, her voice growing gentler, "it’s just about being comfortable with yourself. Being able to breathe without putting on a mask."

Edmund didn’t respond right away. His eyes softened as he looked at her, and something shifted behind them, like sunlight breaking through the fog of a long, quiet winter.

"Oh ..." he murmured slowly, as if the realization had only just clicked into place. "Now I know what I do to have fun."

Primrose blinked, smiling with curiosity. "What is it?"

He looked down for a second, a little shy, then raised his gaze to hers. "Spending time with you."

Primrose froze.

She stopped walking right there in the middle of the street. The noise around them—the bustling footsteps, the clatter of carriage wheels, the hum of city life—faded into a distant blur.

All she could see was Edmund.

He tilted his head, slightly confused by her reaction. "Did I say something strange?"

[Damn it, it’s still broad daylight and I’m already getting tortured watching lovebirds?!] frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

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