The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 119

Chapter 119: The King’s Hidden Business

Primrose raised an eyebrow, staring at him like she didn’t buy it for a second.

She would honestly be silly to believe that part.

Still, at this point, she didn’t really care anymore since he had seen her naked before.

"Alright," she said with a sigh. "I believe you."

Edmund’s eyes lit up. "So ... does that mean my punishment is over?"

Just as he was about to take a step toward her, Primrose held up her hand again.

"No." She gave him a sweet smile. "You’re still being punished for one week, Your Majesty. Please don’t forget that."

In fact, now that she thought about it, She could use the doll to torture him a little.

A slow, mischievous smile began to form on Primrose’s face as she imagined all the little things she could do, nothing cruel, just enough to drive him crazy with frustration.

"I understand," Edmund said, not even trying to argue. He just accepted his fate with the look of a man heading into battle. "I’ll do my best to get through this punishment."

[I’d rather be whipped or thrown in the dungeon for a month than be away from my wife for a week.]

[Why did she have to choose something this cruel to punish me?]

Excuse me? Cruel?

How could staying in the dungeon be considered easier than staying away from her for one week?

At this point, Primrose truly didn’t understand her husband.

"Should we go back to the dining room, my wife?" Edmund asked gently, his voice soft, like he was trying to win her heart and make her forget about the punishment. "You haven’t eaten much earlier."

He had a point. Her plate was still full when she’d asked him to step away with her.

But right now, food wasn’t her priority.

"Can I ask you something?" she said, her voice suddenly softer, touched with a bit of sadness. "It’s about my father."

Edmund immediately straightened up.

[Is she going to cry again?]

Alright, yes. Primrose could be a little sensitive. But that didn’t mean she cried over everything.

"What is it, wife?" Edmund asked gently.

Primrose went quiet for a moment, choosing her words carefully. "My father isn’t someone who trusts people easily," she said slowly.

"But ... the fact that he agreed to come with you so quickly and secretly, made me think you two must have known each other before."

Even if Edmund had told Lazarus that his daughter wanted to see him, it didn’t explain why her father would trust a Lycan King enough to go with him without question.

Unless ... they really had met before.

Unless there was trust already built between them.

"Were you two close before?" Primrose asked softly.

Edmund didn’t hesitate. "Your father and I have been doing business together." freeweɓnøvel~com

Since when?!

Her father had always spoken proudly about the family’s distillery business.

Since she was his only child, he used to share every detail with her, yet she had never once heard about any partnership with the Lycan King.

Primrose paused, thinking for a moment, then gave a small nod.

In the blink of an eye, Edmund was already standing right in front of her,making Primrose blink in surprise.

The Lycan King truly moved fast.

"Here. The bottle, wife."

Primrose accepted it, and she knew, without a doubt, that Edmund had purposely brushed his fingers against hers.

Her husband was truly an expert at finding excuses just to touch her.

"Step back," she reminded him with a look. "You were only supposed to hand me the bottle, remember?"

Edmund looked disappointed but obediently stepped back.

As Primrose examined the bottle, which looked completely different from anything produced by her family’s distillery, Edmund spoke again. "This liquor is different from the usual kind. It was made with a purpose, as medicine."

That only made Primrose more confused. "Medicine?"

Edmund nodded. "Moonfire is made from Emberfruit, a rare fruit that only grows deep in the forests of Noctvaris.

The fruit tastes extremely bitter when eaten raw, but after it’s distilled into alcohol, it becomes sweet, and everyone here loves it."

"But more importantly, instead of making beasts drunk, Moonfire helps us stay calm," he continued, lowering his voice. "We ... lose control easily when we’re under too much pressure."

Ah.

So that was why Edmund kept alcohol in his study.

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