The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 186

Chapter 186: A Drama King

"What happened in the meeting?" Primrose asked softly as she dried Edmund’s hair with a towel, gently patting away the leftover wine that clung to his strands.

Primrose still couldn’t believe that someone had actually dared to throw wine bottles at the king’s head.

That wasn’t just bold. That was madness.

It seemed their anger was far stronger than their fear or even the respect they should’ve had for the King of Beasts.

But what surprised her more than their boldness was Edmund’s silence.

He had allowed them to release their rage on him without fighting back.

If Edmund were the kind of king who lost control of his temper, that meeting could have turned into a massacre. A bloodbath.

"They were furious because I wanted to cover up the story about the Marquess embezzling public funds," Edmund said. "They thought I was protecting a corrupt man."

[They even accused me of stealing money too,] Edmund thought bitterly. [As if I’d waste time with that. My personal income is far bigger than this kingdom’s wealth. Why would I bother?]

Primrose blinked at the thought. She’d always known Edmund was wealthy, but now she was starting to think she didn’t even know how wealthy.

As far as she knew, even her father’s business hadn’t reached the level of a kingdom’s wealth. And yet Edmund claimed that his personal fortune was greater than the entire treasury of Noctvaris?

Just how much money did Edmund actually have? She started to suspect that the liquor business wasn’t his only source of income.

"Did someone hit you when the discussion got out of control?" Primrose asked, genuinely worried.

She wanted to check him thoroughly, but it would be pointless since any wounds would’ve already healed.

Edmund paused, staring at her so intensely that it made Primrose feel a little awkward and stop drying his hair. "W-what? Why are you looking at me like that?"

A few seconds later, Edmund finally replied. "No one hit me," he said. "They just ... threw things at me."

[What did they throw again? Hmm ... tables, wine bottles, and ... was it a knife? Or a sword? I can’t remember.]

A sword?!

A damn sword?!

Primrose’s eyes widened.

Who in their right mind would dare to throw a sword at her husband? If she ever found that person, she’d throw them off a cliff herself.

[Good thing my wife wasn’t at the meeting,] Edmund thought. [She might’ve gotten hurt.]

Primrose had to agree.

If she had been in the middle of that chaos, she probably would’ve frozen up in the corner, completely useless while her husband faced all that danger.

"They went way too far!" Primrose exclaimed. "A meeting is supposed to be a place for discussion, not violence just because things don’t go their way!"

"You must have suffered so much in there." Her voice suddenly softened, like she was comforting a hurt puppy. "My poor husband ... did you get badly hurt?"

[I dodged everything else, except the wine bottles, but ... my wife looks so cute when she worries about me like this.] Edmund thought.

[Maybe I should... act a little pitiful?]

"Mhm," he nodded, patting his chest slowly. "Someone threw a table at me... and it hit me hard."

[The table didn’t even touch me because I punched it first.]

"The bruises are gone now, but earlier ... it really hurt," Edmund murmured, turning his gaze away. Still, his eyes kept glancing back at her, like he was hoping she’d understand without him having to say more. "Would you mind helping me feel a little better?"

Primrose’s eye twitched slightly. She didn’t expect there would come a day when her husband would act like this, like a full-blown drama king.

His behavior reminded her of herself, back when she had just returned from the future.

At that time, she used to act sweet and pitiful just to win over Edmund’s heart.

But right now, her husband was doing the exact same thing for one reason only: to get more affection from his wife.

"But ... I can’t heal your wounds the way you do mine," she whispered, lowering her lashes. "I’m sorry."

[Why is she apologizing?!] Edmund panicked internally. [Did I say something wrong?! Did I make her upset?!]

Had he upset her?

Maybe just a little.

She almost blurted out, "If I start working out like you, do you think my chest will get bigger too?"

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