The Mind-Reading Mate: Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me?!-Chapter 158: The King Is Suicidal

Primrose dabbed her cheek with a handkerchief, then slowly moved closer to Edmund.

The moment her eyes accidentally met the Marquess’s, she could hear even more filthy thoughts leaking from his mind like a broken jar.

[The more I look at her, the more I think she’s too beautiful to be kept all to himself.]

[His Majesty should consider sharing her with some of his most loyal men.]

[Maybe I could even offer to train her into a proper sex slave.]

Primrose’s hands trembled slightly, and she felt so uncomfortable it made her want to vomit.

Without realizing it, she clutched Edmund’s coat in secret, quietly seeking a bit of comfort in the middle of this filth.

If the Marquess ever dared say those words out loud in front of Edmund, he wouldn’t live to regret it. The King of Beasts would slice off his head without hesitation and burn the remains to ash.

There was no way her husband would ever let another man touch her.

Primrose eventually moved to stand just behind Edmund.

To anyone watching, it might’ve looked like she was humbling herself before him.

But the truth was ... she simply wanted to be protected. To be near someone who made her feel safe again.

"I truly enjoyed our time together, Your Majesty," the Marquess said with a bright, sickening smile.

If this man could only show respect to other men, then why had he married a woman he clearly saw as a disgusting creature?

Just marry a man! No one would stop him if he did!

But maybe ... even a man like Salem would’ve stabbed the Marquess a hundred times over if he had ever been forced to marry someone like that vile man.

"I enjoyed it as well," Edmund replied. His tone sounded slightly reluctant, but thankfully, his voice always came across flat and unreadable, so the Marquess didn’t notice anything unusual.

Primrose gave his cloak a small tug, subtly urging him to leave that horrible place.

[My wife must be feeling so uncomfortable here,] Edmund thought. [So am I. What do I need to do after this to make up for all the awful things I’ve said to her? Maybe I really should let her cut off my tongue.]

She wouldn’t do that!

Why did her husband always assume that violence or death was the solution to every problem?

"I’ll be staying in Moonshadow with my wife for at least a week," Edmund told the Marquess. "If you need help expanding your business, feel free to send someone to me."

He promised to help expand the Marquess’s business?

Primrose blinked in disbelief. She had thought Edmund was only planning to gather secret information from the man.

But clearly, he’d done more than that in the short time they spoke. freewēbnoveℓ.com

"It’s truly an honor to receive your support, Your Majesty," the Marquess said with another grin. "If you need anything during your stay here, don’t hesitate to ask. Even if you want more women to accompany you, I can provide that too."

Edmund held his breath. [Just how disgusting can this man get?]

"There’s no need," Edmund said flatly. "My wife ..." he hesitated, biting back the praise that sat on his tongue. "... my wife still needs to learn how to please me."

The words felt like poison, but he forced them out anyway. He couldn’t blow the act now.

[Please, I just want to leave this place already. Can I just kill him now? Wouldn’t that be better than another minute of this?]

Sensing his discomfort, Primrose gently traced the words ’I’m fine’ against his back again, silently assuring him that he hadn’t hurt her.

"Then please, enjoy your stay in our city," the Marquess said with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

[What a pity,] he thought, [if the queen ends up dead after the honeymoon.]

In that moment, Primrose seriously considered just telling the world the truth that how Edmund could heal her with a single kiss, how his saliva had the power to keep her alive even through their most intimate nights.

Maybe then, people would stop worrying she’d die from having sex with the King of Beasts.

After exchanging a few stiff, polite words with the Marquess, Edmund and Primrose finally stepped out of that dreadful place. Edmund placed a hand on her waist and gently nudged her to walk faster.

To outsiders, it might’ve looked like he was annoyed with her, like a cold husband frustrated by his slow, clumsy wife.

But in truth, he just couldn’t take one more second of pretending to belittle her. It was tearing him apart.

The moment they were inside the carriage, Edmund turned to speak. "Wife, I—"

Primrose lifted her hand, silently signaling for him to wait until they had fully left the Marquess’ estate.

Once the manor disappeared from view, she gave a nod. "Alright, now you can—"

She didn’t even finish her sentence before Edmund pulled her into his arms, holding her so tightly that the carriage jolted slightly from the sudden movement.

"You can cut my tongue," Edmund said at last, burying his face in her shoulder. "I’ll even hand you the dagger myself."

Primrose let out a long sigh of relief. All the tension in her body slowly melted away now that she was back with her real husband.

"I’m not cutting anything," she said softly, brushing her hand through his hair. "Why would I do that? You only did what I asked."

She gently tilted his face up and placed a soft kiss on his lips.

"You did so well back there, my husband." She smiled warmly. "You don’t need to worry about hurting me with those words. I know you would never truly mean them."

It had all been part of the act and Primrose, who could hear his thoughts as clearly as the sky on a sunny day, could tell the difference.

But even without her ability, she was certain her husband would never speak to her like that in real life.

Not even in her first life had Edmund ever said anything to insult her as a woman.

He could be cold. He could speak sharply, but he had never belittled her.

He had never raised a hand, never used her gender or her body as a weapon.

Which was strange, wasn’t it? For a lycan said to be ruled by desire and instinct, Edmund had shown more self-control than most so-called ’respectable’ men.

"But I still said such awful things," Edmund murmured, resting his forehead on her shoulder. "Even if I didn’t mean them ... I deserve punishment. I deserve to be killed."

[It’s like I’ve eaten something bitter, and no matter how long I wait, that awful taste won’t leave my tongue,] he thought.

[I can’t live like this anymore. I just want to die ...]

Primrose froze for a moment.

She had thought he was just being dramatic, but now she wasn’t so sure. This wasn’t the first time he’d silently wished for death.

He never said it aloud, but those thoughts kept appearing in his mind, and it worried her.

There had never been any rumors about the Lycan King trying to take his own life, but hearing the way he spoke to himself, she realized something was wrong.

"Edmund." She gently lifted his face so she could look into his eyes. "I would be heartbroken if you died. Please ... don’t talk about death so easily."

"I’m not angry. I’m not even hurt." She cupped his face in both hands, grounding him with her warmth. "You didn’t mean any of it. And I know that."

She leaned in and kissed him again, once, then twice, hoping it could wash away the bitterness he said still lingered on his tongue.

"My husband is a kind and gentle man," she whispered. She kissed the corner of his mouth, then added, "So never compare yourself to a man like that again."

Edmund went still for a moment before asking softly, "You’d really be sad if I died?"

Primrose frowned. How could he even ask something like that?

"Of course, I’d be sad," she said firmly. "I know I won’t live as long as you do. But still ... if I have to wait for my death alone, without you by my side, it’ll be unbearable."

The moment she mentioned her own death, Edmund suddenly pulled her into another embrace, this time even tighter than before, so tight that Primrose had to gently push him back just to catch her breath.

"I won’t let you be alone," he whispered beside her ear. "I promise ... you’ll never be alone."

[It’s too painful to be alone in such a cruel world like this,] he thought.

[But what hurts even more is knowing that one day, she’ll go before me.]

[And when that day comes ... I’ll follow her. I won’t stay behind.]

Primrose’s eyes widened.

No, she didn’t want that. She didn’t want Edmund to end his life after she was gone.

She didn’t want him to live in loneliness either, but even more, she wanted him to keep living. To keep breathing. To keep going ... even if she couldn’t be there anymore.

But now that she thought about it ... a chilling question crept into her heart.

Had Edmund taken his own life after watching her die in the first timeline?