The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 193

Chapter 193: You’re Still My Wife

Callen was about to respond, but immediately closed his mouth again once he remembered that the Lycan King didn’t want to hear their voices.

Although the King hadn’t said it directly, all of them knew he was trying to suppress the anger and disappointment he felt toward his soldiers.

In the end, Callen simply lowered his head. Without a word, he signaled the others to begin clearing away the lifeless bodies scattered around them.

Meanwhile, Edmund walked toward Primrose, fastening his coat as he moved.

His eyes were still cold, just as frightening as before, but when he knelt in front of Primrose and gently touched her swollen cheek, his voice softened."I’m sorry. I should have come sooner."

"You should be," Primrose murmured. "But ... it’s understandable."

She wanted to throw her arms around him, to find comfort in his warmth, but she hesitated. Her clothes were torn. Her body felt exposed, so she didn’t want him to see her like this.

When Edmund reached out to hold her hand, she instinctively pulled back a little.

She felt so dirty that she didn’t want her husband to touch any part of her body.

But Edmund wasn’t blind. He had already seen the bruises, the exposed shoulder, the haunted look in her eyes.

Anyone who saw her in this state would know something terrible had happened.

Edmund slowly retracted his hand. He clenched his jaw and fought hard to hold back the rage building inside his chest.

"Where is he?" he asked. "Where is the man who did this to you?"

Primrose raised her trembling hand and pointed toward the man—Thevan, if she remembered his name correctly—who was lying on the ground with a shattered skull.

The stone he had used to bash his own head was still in his hand, now soaked in blood that had begun to turn brown.

Even in such a ruined state, Primrose could still see his chest rising faintly. His healing ability must have been strong, strong enough that he wouldn’t die unless someone cut his head clean off.

The only reason he had stopped trying to kill himself was because he had lost consciousness.

"Did you do this to him?" Edmund asked, his eyes flicking back to her.

The killing intent was still there, burning beneath the surface, but the moment his gaze landed on Primrose, it softened. He couldn’t look at her with anything but tenderness.

Primrose slowly shook her head. "I don’t know," she whispered. "He suddenly tried to kill himself, but ... I think I had something to do with it. I don’t know. I’m not sure."

She swallowed, her voice shaking as her mind drifted back to the moment everything happened.

"When he was about to rip off all my clothes ... he suddenly stopped and picked up a stone instead."

Her eyes widened the moment she said it aloud. Realizing how terrible it must have sounded, she quickly looked at Edmund, panic rising in her voice. "But—but he didn’t! He didn’t take them off! I fought back, I swear! I tried to push him away and run, and then ... then he just—"

She couldn’t finish her sentence because in the next second, Edmund pulled her into his arms.

He didn’t say a word. He just pulled her close, held her tightly, as if that alone could take away everything she had just endured.

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