The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 181

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Chapter 181: The Curse of Being A Woman

Primrose tilted her head slightly, not fully convinced. After all, Edmund always defended her, no matter what.

Maybe he was just saying that again to make her feel better.

"What if ... the dress was too tight?" she asked, almost whispering.

The line between Edmund’s brows deepened, he looked almost angry, not at her, but at the idea that she could think like this.

"Primrose," he said her name again, more firmly this time. "My wife, you were wearing a thick coat yesterday. How could that possibly look tight?"

[She even looked like she was buried inside that fur coat,] Edmund thought to himself, frustrated.

[No ... is she blaming herself for what happened?]

"Primrose, my wife, look at me." He gently held her shoulders and gave them a soft squeeze, enough to guide her gaze back to his.

"Your dress was fine. You didn’t say anything wrong. You didn’t do anything wrong. And you never deserved the way he treated you."

Primrose’s eyebrows lowered slightly, and her eyes grew misty with unshed tears. She whispered, barely heard, "Really? I didn’t do anything wrong?"

The truth was, she still wasn’t entirely sure.

Because all her life, people had always found something to criticize.

The way she walked. The way she spoke to men. Even when she wasn’t trying to draw attention, the comments would come anyway.

They called her flirtatious. Said she acted like she was trying to tempt every man at banquets or wherever she went.

Some claimed she deliberately charmed men, whether they were single or married.

None of it was true.

The truth was, she always tried to avoid men during those events.

She would ask her girl friends to stay close to her all the time, just so she wouldn’t be left alone and forced to talk to a man.

Still, society always found a way to blame women.

It was easier to point fingers at them than to hold men accountable for their behavior.

There was one line that had been drilled into her head since she was young: "Men are hunters by nature. It’s in their blood to chase what they desire. That’s why, as a woman, you must not tempt them."

She had heard it so many times, from so many mouths, that part of her started to believe it was true.

Maybe this was just how the world worked.

That was why, in her first life, she had felt so confused when the Lycan King showed no desire to touch her.

When other men touched her without permission, she felt ashamed and dirty.

But when her husband didn’t touch her at all, people whispered that something must be wrong with her.

At some point, she simply stopped trying to understand men altogether.

It was easier to do nothing than to constantly walk on a tightrope.

"No. You truly didn’t do anything wrong," Edmund said again, repeating the words like a vow. "You didn’t do anything wrong, my wife."

Primrose didn’t say anything in return.

She bit the inside of her lip, trying hard not to cry because she felt like she had cried too much in front of him lately.

But then, Edmund suddenly pulled her into his arms.

His hand moved gently across her back, stroking her with so much care that it made her chest tighten.

The comfort in his embrace was too much, too kind.

The tears spilled from her eyes before she could stop them.

"It’s alright," Edmund whispered, trying to calm her, but his soothing voice only made the tears fall harder.

"I promise this kind of thing will never happen again." he continued. "And if any man ever makes you feel even a little uncomfortable ... just tell me. I’ll take care of him."