The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 211

Chapter 211: You Matter to Me

He paused, then looked her in the eye with unbearable pain. "I killed my parents."

Primrose was taken aback. She didn’t say anything, not even blink. Her reaction was just as bad as when Edmund first told her that his first kill happened when he was only four years old.

That kind of reaction made Edmund panic, convincing him even more that he was a monster and that his wife must hate him.

[I should go. I should go before she says it out loud.]

"Stay ..." Primrose whispered urgently, snapping out of her shock. She reached out with trembling hands and grabbed his shoulders, holding him in place. "Stay here. Don’t you dare run away from me again!"

"Did ... did you not hear what I just said?" Edmund’s voice shook, hesitant, like he couldn’t believe she hadn’t already turned her back on him.

"I heard you." Her grip on him tightened. "I heard you, Edmund. Loud and clear."

[She heard me. She heard every word ... then why is she still here?] Edmund thought. [Shouldn’t she be screaming at me? Shouldn’t she be disgusted? Or maybe she’s just waiting for the right moment to push me into the lake?]

[If that’s what she wants ... I can jump into the lake myself.]

He had just gotten angry at her for jumping into the lake, and now he was thinking of doing the same?

But ... he could swim, so it wouldn’t be dangerous for him—no, what the hell! No one was jumping into the lake anymore! ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

"I might’ve heard what you said," Primrose said gently, her voice like a breeze after a storm, "but that doesn’t mean I understand it."

"If you just drop something that heavy on me with no explanation, how am I supposed to know what really happened? I won’t know if you killed someone mentally, physically, or maybe only in your head."

Edmund’s expression darkened. "Isn’t the word ’kill’ enough for you to understand?" he said, voice low and bitter. "I killed my parents, not metaphorically, not emotionally. I really killed them with my own hands."

[No ... maybe not with my hands. I tore them apart in my wolf form.]

[But if I say that out loud, my wife will definitely think I’m a monster.]

Could he stop thinking that Primrose saw him as a monster?

"Alright," Primrose said softly. "You killed them."

Her voice didn’t tremble. Her hands didn’t pull away. Instead, she looked straight into his eyes, as if anchoring him there with her steady gaze.

"But why?" she asked, gently. "Tell me the reason. I need to hear the truth."

Others might assume that Edmund killed his parents simply because he was a cruel kid, but Primrose didn’t believe that.

She knew his mind. She knew her husband well enough to be certain that Edmund would never kill without a reason.

He would never do something that horrible just because he enjoyed it.

There had to be a reason.

"There’s no point," Edmund muttered, turning his face away, shame creeping into his voice. "It doesn’t matter anymore."

[Why should I tell her why I did it?] he thought bitterly. [At the end of the day, I still did it. I still killed them. That’s what matters.]

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