The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 45

Chapter 45: The Poison Tester’s Deathwish

Primrose had no idea why this skunk—no, wait, was he a honey badger?—couldn’t just keep his mouth shut if he didn’t even know what he was talking about.

Because of his careless words, Edmund nearly threw the wooden table in front of them straight at Salem if Primrose hadn’t quickly grabbed his arm.

"Your Majesty, that’s not what he meant!" Primrose shouted, holding onto him tightly, using all her strength to stop him from lunging at Salem.

Meanwhile, Salem had already jumped and was now hiding behind the couch with a confused frown. [Why is he mad at me? Did I say something wrong?]

Excuse me?! How did he still have the audacity to question Edmund’s anger after that? ƒree𝑤ebnσvel-com

Who in their right mind would say out loud that they wanted the Queen to pay them with her body in front of the Lycan King?!

Exactly. Only Salem. Only he would be crazy enough to say something like that out loud.

"Then explain what exactly he meant by that," Edmund said coldly, his eyes narrowing at Salem.

The look in his eyes was so sharp, Primrose honestly thought it might be enough to slice Salem into pieces right then and there.

Primrose had to stand up just to keep Edmund from moving. Then she quickly explained, "It really doesn’t mean anything bad! Sir Vesper only wants to take a bit of my blood, hair, and nails—"

"Your blood?!" This time, Edmund finally stood up from the couch. He even reached for a decorative sword hanging on the wall, but Primrose held onto his arm tightly.

"Calm down for a second, Your Majesty!" she shouted.

Edmund froze completely the moment he heard his wife raise her voice. He looked down and saw Primrose’s chest rising and falling quickly as she tried to catch her breath after yelling too hard.

[My wife just yelled at me!]

[What if she faints from shouting too loudly?!]

Instead of getting mad after being yelled at by his wife, the foolish Lycan King just felt guilty—guilty for making her throat hurt from shouting too hard.

Edmund took a deep breath, then slowly sat back down on the couch. His hands were twitching a little, like he was fighting the urge to grab the sword on the wall and slice Salem’s head off right then and there.

"Alright," Primrose let out a sigh of relief. "Let me explain the deal I made with Sir Vesper first."

She carefully explained everything to Edmund, taking her time so he could fully understand. Slowly, the dangerous look on his face faded, and he finally seemed to calm down.

"He just needs a few drops of my blood ... really, just a few," Primrose said gently, brushing her hand along his arm to keep him calm. "Sir Vesper is trying to do something good. He’s working on an antidote that could help humans if they ever get poisoned."

"And his research will help me too," she added softly, hoping to ease his worry. "Just think about this ... if something bad ever happens to me, if I ever get poisoned by someone, Salem might be able to save me with his antidote."

[She’s right,] Edmund thought.

[If anything ever happens to her, that antidote could save her life.]

[But ... what if it hurts when he takes her blood?]

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