The Mind-Reading Mate: Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me?!-Chapter 215: My Husband Deserves A Treat

She gently reached for his hand. "You’re my husband. That’s who you are, and that will never change."

Edmund’s expression softened as soon as he heard her words. For once, he didn’t argue back or try to convince Primrose that he really was a monster.

He simply smiled faintly, but even that was enough to melt her heart. "Thank you," he murmured. "Thank you for trying to understand me."

Primrose blinked, her eyes lingering on his smile longer than she meant to. "Honestly, I really want to kiss you again," she said softly, "but ... there are too many people watching us right now, aren’t there?"

Edmund chuckled and gave a slight nod. "They are."

"Alright then." Primrose finally stood up and glanced around the area. "I think it’s time for us to go."

But just a moment later, she started hearing their thoughts again.

[They’re leaving already? What a shame ...]

[I was hoping for another kiss. They’re honestly giving me so much inspiration for my romance novel.]

[I’m supposed to be digging a grave right now, but watching this royal drama is way more fun.]

Wait, what?

Primrose quickly turned her head toward the tortured building. It was hard to see clearly in the dark, but thanks to the torches along the path, she managed to spot a few soldiers peeking at them from behind the bushes.

Some of them were holding shovels and cloths to wrap Thevan’s body, yet none of them had started digging. Instead, they were too busy watching the King and Queen’s dramatic little argument.

Even the ones Edmund had told to leave hadn’t gone far. They were just hiding behind the trees, clearly hoping to witness something juicy enough to fuel palace gossip for the next week.

Primrose slapped her forehead and lowered her head, too embarrassed to even look at them.

"Do you think people will say our marriage is falling apart because we argued in public?" she asked softly.

Edmund stood as well and gently tried to brush off the mud and dirt from her dress. But it was so soaked that there wasn’t much he could do.

"We could kiss again so they’ll know we’re not fighting anymore." Edmund leaned in, wanting to kiss his wife once more, but Primrose stopped him with her hand over his mouth.

"We’ve kissed enough." She cleared her throat, trying her best to hide the rising heat in her cheeks. Then she sighed. "Forget it. If we do anything else, they’ll just assume we’re going to have sex the moment we get back to our bedroom."

"We’re not?" Edmund asked, a bit too hopefully.

As tempting as that was, Primrose gave him a firm but gentle smile. "Maybe next time." She patted his cheek affectionately. "After almost drowning in the lake, all I want right now is to sleep. That’s it."

Besides, she really wasn’t in the mood for anything intimate, especially not after watching Thevan end his own life in such a brutal way. frёeweɓηovel_coɱ

Too much had happened in just one day. Her body was exhausted, and even Edmund’s magical saliva probably couldn’t fix that right now.

Primrose started walking toward the palace first, and Edmund quietly followed beside her. "But at least ... we can sleep in the same room tonight, right?" he asked, gently taking her hand. He quickly added, "I promise I won’t do anything bad!"

[It really feels like torture not being able to hold my wife while I’m sleeping.]

[My hands feel so empty, and the bed is so cold.]

[If I have to sleep alone again tonight, I might die of hypothermia by tomorrow.]

Primrose blinked, slightly stunned by his dramatic inner monologue.

There was no way the mighty Lycan King would actually die just because he couldn’t cuddle his wife at night.

But maybe ... Primrose needed his hug as well tonight.

"Alright," she said softly, smiling as she gave his hand a gentle squeeze. "We can sleep in the same room tonight." She glanced at him with a serious look. "But I really mean it, I’m not in the mood for anything... sensual right now."

Edmund nodded without hesitation. "I understand," he replied quickly. "I’ll keep that in mind."

They walked in silence for a few seconds before Edmund leaned a little closer and spoke in a quieter voice, "Maybe ... in the morning?"

Primrose let out a soft sigh. "If you keep bringing it up, I’ll lose the mood completely," she warned. "So maybe just keep that thought to yourself and let it happen naturally."

But unfortunately, Primrose forgot for a moment that she could hear his thoughts very clearly.

Was he really that sex-deprived? It had only been a few days.

But maybe he felt that way because their honeymoon had been completely ruined.

They were supposed to spend every day wrapped up in each other for a week, but with all the chaos, they hadn’t even touched for days.

It wasn’t that her husband was a pervert—well, maybe just a little—but he’d been so excited before. He had dreamed of all the sweet, playful things he could do with his wife.

However, when reality turned out to be completely different from his expectations, that excitement turned into disappointment.

No, Primrose was sure he wasn’t disappointed in her. He was just upset about everything that had gone wrong between them.

Primrose had gone through a traumatic experience, but it seemed her husband was no different.

After all, what kind of husband wouldn’t be traumatized after learning that his wife was almost raped—worse, almost killed—during the short time he left her alone?

Her pain came from the fear, from the nightmare she barely survived. But his pain came from guilt, a pure, crushing guilt.

For days, she had thought she was the only one who deserved to rest and be pampered. But the truth was, Edmund deserved it just as much as she did.

The only reason he didn’t allow himself to slow down was because he had work to return to. Even then, he still checked in on her, over and over, to make sure she was alright.

Honestly, he deserved a reward for being so sweet, so patient, so supportive these past few days.

"In the morning." Primrose suddenly stopped walking and turned to him. "I think we can do it in the morning."

Edmund’s face lit up instantly, like someone had turned on a warm light inside him.

"Are you sure?" he asked, eyes shining with hope.

Primrose narrowed her eyes. "If you ask like that again, I might take it back."

"No, no, I’m sorry." Edmund shut his mouth for a second before quickly saying, "Let’s do it in the morning."

Primrose laughed when she saw her husband panic, looking exactly like a puppy that had almost lost its treat.

"I’m just teasing," she said with a bright smile. "I’m not going to change my mind. So ... feel free to do whatever you want in the morning."

Then she paused and added, "And ... can you take a day off tomorrow?"

Edmund tilted his head, confused. "Why?"

He thought to himself. [Does my wife want to do it all day?!]

[Am I really being blessed by the heavens right now?!]

Primrose resisted the urge to dunk his head in the lake just to cleanse his thoughts. Instead, she calmly replied, "I was thinking we could just have some fun tomorrow. Maybe walk around the capital together?"

She lowered her eyes slightly, and her voice grew softer. "After all, we didn’t get to enjoy our walk in Moonshadow City."

As soon as Edmund realized what she really wanted, his expression softened. His voice lowered too, filled with affection. "Then I’ll make sure my schedule’s clear tomorrow."

[I still have a mountain of paperwork waiting in my office ... but maybe one day off won’t hurt.]

[I’ll just finish everything once we get back.]

[My wife’s happiness is more important than sleep anyway!]

Primrose smiled to herself. She knew Edmund wasn’t exactly eager to lock himself in the study room tomorrow either. But for now, she decided to ignore that part.

"But maybe ... we won’t be able to walk around freely in the capital since everyone recognizes my face," Edmund said. "And the only times I’ve walked around the capital were during times of crisis, so I think my presence might make people anxious."

He had a point.

There was nothing wrong with a king walking around the capital, but his presence would definitely draw attention and Primrose didn’t want that. She just wanted to enjoy her time with him without distractions.

"Maybe we can dress up as someone else?" Primrose suggested. "You know ... wearing a hood to cover our faces might make people suspicious, but if we fully dress like different people, they’ll probably just ignore us."

She gently tugged on his shirt and leaned closer. "I hope this doesn’t sound rude, but... I once heard that beasts can change their human forms. Is that true?"

Edmund chuckled and ran his fingers gently through her hair. "You don’t need to worry about offending me," he said softly. "And yes, beasts with strong magical energy can shift their appearance if they want to."

Primrose’s eyes sparkled with curiosity. "Really? So you can look like someone else entirely?"

Edmund nodded. "I can change my hair color, eye color, even my height a little bit. It’s not a perfect disguise, but it’s good enough to fool most people."

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