The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 180

Chapter 180: Was It My Fault?

Then, he thought to himself, [I had stabbed the Marquess’s eyes with a pencil.]

He did what?!

Primrose was actually glad that her husband had done that to the Marquess because he deserved it.

But at the same time, the injury he left behind might raise suspicions. What if people didn’t believe it was a suicide? What if they thought it was murder or torture?

She wanted to ask about it, but unfortunately, Edmund didn’t say it out loud, and that alone made Primrose shut her mouth entirely.

[Good thing I can heal him after that,] she heard in Edmund’s thoughts.

Primrose’s eyes widened, even more shocked than before.

Did that mean ... her husband had licked that filthy man?!

No! She didn’t want Edmund’s precious tongue touching anyone else’s wounds, especially not someone as rotten as him!

For a moment, she was this close to blurting out the truth—that she could read minds—just so she could ask for clarification.

Fortunately, before she could make such a drastic decision, she heard Edmund’s thoughts again.

[Even though I healed him by spitting on the wound, it still felt disgusting.]

[Just as I thought, I only like healing people when it’s my wife.]

Primrose let out a breath of relief as soon as she heard that.

Thank goodness. At least he hadn’t treated the Marquess the same way he always treated her when he healed her wounds.

"But, husband ... you didn’t punish the painter, did you?" Primrose asked carefully. "I know he had a part in that awful thing, but he only did it because he was paid. So ... I don’t think it would be wise to punish him."

[Just like I thought ... my wife is too kind,] Edmund thought to himself. [That painter drew something so vile about her, and yet she still wants to give him mercy.]

Mercy?

That wasn’t exactly how Primrose saw it.

She just didn’t want people to think Edmund was a reckless king, someone who punished blindly and without any consideration.

If she were being honest with herself ... she actually wanted him to chop the painter’s hands off.

But maybe that was going too far.

After all, in this kind of world, money was often worth more than integrity. People didn’t always care what was right or wrong, they only cared about what paid the bills.

"He only did what his client asked him to do, yes," Edmund said, "but my wife, the painter knew he was drawing the Queen."

"That’s why he demanded a huge amount of money from the Marquess."

Not many people had seen Primrose’s face directly, but it was widely known that the Queen of Noctvaris had long wavy crimson hair, pale skin, and uniquely golden eyes.

Even if the painter had never seen her in person, he must’ve known he was drawing the Queen based on the description the Marquess gave him.

Instead of refusing the commission, he used the opportunity to ask for more money, charging nearly ten times more than his normal rate.

So no, he wasn’t innocent.

He saw an opportunity to make money off someone else’s shame, and he took it.

He should’ve known there would be consequences once the King and Queen found out.

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