The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 128

Chapter 128: The King Has a Sweet Tooth?

"Step back," Primrose said softly with a small smile, gently reminding her husband. "You still have two days left, remember?"

The light in Edmund’s eyes dimmed slightly, like someone had just blown out a candle.

Without saying a word, he obediently stepped back, giving her space to enter his study room.

Primrose walked in and immediately noticed that a few things had changed.

For example, when did the couch get so many pillows? As far as she remembered, it used to look plain before.

Then, just behind the door, she spotted several glass jars filled with candies and chocolates sitting neatly on the sideboard.

Primrose tilted her head in confusion. Since when did her husband like sweets?

Hadn’t Salem once said that most beasts didn’t really care for sugar?

Could it be ... he prepared them for her?

[Oh no!] Edmund panicked silently. [I forgot to hide those! What if she realizes I kept a few jars for myself?]

[What if she thinks I’m greedy? Will she be upset with me?]

Primrose’s eye twitched slightly, still staring at the jars. She couldn’t believe that the mighty Lycan King ... had a sweet tooth?

No, she didn’t mind. It was just so unexpected.

"Husband," she asked, her eyes still locked on the jars, "are those chocolates and candies from Azmeria?"

[She knows!] Edmund’s heart skipped pounding loudly.

[She’s definitely mad. Father told me to give them all to her, and I kept three jars for myself.]

"Y-Yes ..." he mumbled, so softly that she almost couldn’t hear it. "I ... I like them."

Primrose blinked in surprise, then smiled softly.

"Oh." She paused, then said warmly, "That’s great! I didn’t know you liked sweets. Why didn’t you tell me?"

Edmund looked at her like she had just saved him from drowning. "You ... you’re not angry?"

"Why would I be angry?" she asked with a bright smile. "Isn’t it nice if we both have a sweet tooth? That way, we can share them together. Doesn’t that sound lovely?"

Still, she couldn’t help but wonder.

As far as she remembered, Edmund rarely touched any sweets during tea time in the greenhouse back then.

So why did he suddenly like them?

"Actually," Edmund admitted, rubbing the back of his neck, "I don’t like most sweets ... but that brand," he pointed to the jars, "I really like those."

[I don’t know why,] he thought to himself. [But the sweets from that bakery are strangely addictive.]

Primrose tilted her head, a curious thought forming in her mind. Maybe the bakery used ingredients that were safe for dogs?

Edmund wasn’t a dog, of course ... but technically, he was still part animal, right?

The idea made a bit of sense.

In the Azmeria city, many noble families had pets, like dogs or cats, even foxes.

Sometimes, they’d stroll through the city with them in pet strollers, visiting shops and cafés together.

Maybe the bakery owner had taken that as inspiration and created treats that both humans and animals could enjoy.

"Then ..." Primrose’s eyes lit up as she looked at him, voice filled with excitement. "I’ll ask my father to send more sweets from that bakery to Noctvaris."

Edmund looked at his wife in disbelief. "You’re really not mad that I stole your candies and chocolates?"

Sometimes, Primrose found it oddly amusing that the mighty Lycan King could act like such a clueless little boy.

"Not at all," she said, picking up one of the jars. "I mean ... we can just share them. If you run out, you can take some from my room."

Edmund’s eyes lit up like a puppy being told he could go outside.

[I can use that as an excuse to visit my wife’s room!]

Primrose held back a sigh.

Wasn’t giving him a spy doll already enough? Did he really still want to sneak into her room now?

Whatever.

It wasn’t like he’d dare do anything she didn’t want him to.

"Alright," she said, placing the jar back on the sideboard. Then she gently shifted the topic to the real reason she had come. "Husband, you probably already know why I’m here, don’t you?"

Edmund’s expression turned serious. "I do." He looked straight at her and said, "But my answer is no."

Primrose furrowed her brows, genuinely surprised.

This was the first time her husband had rejected one of her requests.

She stepped closer, her voice low and unsure. "Why?"

Edmund’s face turned pale in an instant. [My wife ... feels unhappy?!]

[Of course she’s bored. She’s stuck inside the palace all the time, and I leave her alone so often.]

[What kind of husband am I? I haven’t even tried to find ways to make her happy!]

"I’ll let you go," Edmund said at last, taking a deep breath. "But only if you’re guarded by someone truly capable."

Primrose’s eyes lit up instantly. Her smile slowly returned. "I have Sir Callen now."

"He’s not capable enough to protect you," Edmund replied flatly.

Ah.

It seemed Edmund wasn’t exactly thrilled when she asked to make Callen her personal guard.

But because she’d asked so sweetly, he hadn’t refused and made it official so she wouldn’t get upset.

"Then ... you can send one of the royal knights to go with me to Moonshadow," Primrose suggested.

To become a royal knight, a soldier had to pass a special test created by the king himself.

People said the test was so difficult that only around twenty soldiers had ever passed and earned the title.

Since Edmund had personally witnessed their strength, surely he could trust them to protect her, right?

"The one I want to assign to you is currently away from the kingdom. He won’t return until next month," Edmund said.

Primrose’s smile slowly faded. "Oh ... then what about another royal knight? Someone who’s still in the palace?"

"They’re not strong enough," he answered shortly.

Just how high were Edmund’s standards for what made a soldier "strong enough"?

Even in her first life, the royal knights had been more than capable of wiping out bandits.

"But I don’t want to wait until next month." Primrose reached out and gently tugged on his sleeve. "Husband ... I really want to go soon."

Edmund clenched his fists tightly, feeling helpless the moment his adorable wife pleaded with him.

"... I have someone in mind," he said finally, "someone who can protect you for now."

Primrose’s eyes sparkled with excitement. "Who?"

Edmund tried to smile, but in her eyes, it came out more like a creepy grin. "Me," he said.

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