The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 75

Chapter 75: Forbidden Words

She hadn’t given him a proper wedding kiss, so she thought to herself, ’Why don’t we just have our second wedding night instead?’

Their first wedding night had been a disaster, Edmund had run away from her chamber, leaving her alone with a desire that didn’t go away, even after she tried to pleasure herself for hours.

Maybe this time, they could turn that awful memory into something worth remembering.

"Husband?" Primrose blinked up at him, locking eyes with Edmund. He had gone quiet for a while, and even his inner thoughts were as silent as the night. "Why aren’t you saying anyth—"

Before she could finish, Edmund suddenly got up from the bed.

’Don’t tell me he’s running away again! Why now?!’

But instead of heading for the door, Edmund pulled the blanket aside and reached beneath the bed. He took out a folded piece of fine leather mat and without saying a word, carefully spread it across the bed.

Then he turned to her with a straight face. "The bed is ready, wife."

[This way, my wife won’t have to worry about dirtying the bed anymore!] He thought proudly.

Primrose was stunned. She sat at the edge of the bed, blinking in surprise. She hadn’t expected him to pull a move like that.

"This ... this is good," she said with a nervous laugh, patting the leather mat a few times to check if the material was actually waterproof. "You came prepared." freёwebnovel-com

Edmund’s lips curled into a little smile. "Let’s begin our second mating session, wife."

A vein popped on Primrose’s forehead. She took a deep breath, gripping the edge of the mattress tightly as she resisted the very strong urge to throw a chair at him.

"Husband," Primrose called out in a soft, almost sweet voice. A smile slowly spread across her face, the kind of smile that, for some reason, sent a chill down Edmund’s spine.

"If you say those words one more time ..." she warned gently, "I’ll be mad."

And honestly ... she might even consider chopping off his manhood.

"W-What words, wife?" Edmund looked genuinely panicked. He was clearly trying to figure out which part of what he said had landed him in danger.

Primrose stepped closer, lifting her chin so he could see her expression clearly. Her smile didn’t fade. If anything, it deepened, which somehow made it worse.

"Mating session," she said, keeping her voice calm. "Where I come from, if a man says that to a woman, he deserves a slap on the face."

Edmund’s eyes went wide in shock. [Did I really mess up that badly?!]

"I-I didn’t know," he stuttered, stepping back without thinking as Primrose moved in closer. He looked like a cornered puppy afraid of getting scolded by a tiny but fierce bunny.

Then, more hesitantly, he asked, "What ... what should I say instead?"

At least he asked because it had saved him from a full-blown lecture.

"In my homeland," Primrose began, tilting her head slightly, "we call it making love. Or, if you want to be cheeky ..."

She leaned up on her tiptoes, brought her lips close to his ear, and whispered, "Making a baby."

"B-Baby?" Edmund choked, his whole body stiffening as his back bumped into the wall behind him.

Even though she didn’t want ten babies either, a part of her had always assumed that Edmund wouldn’t care about her in this matter and that he’d decide everything on his own, just like most men did.

After all, it was considered normal for a husband to decide how many children a couple should have. Especially in her world, where a man needed many heirs to continue the family bloodline.

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