The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 24

Chapter 24: The King’s Beautiful Gift

The maid carefully carried in a fresh set of steaming hot tea. As she poured it into Primrose’s cup, her eyes couldn’t help but flicker toward the Lycan King.

He looked so ... different from usual.

The King of Beasts, who spent most of his days in the Training Ground, wielding weapons and commanding soldiers, was now sitting in the greenhouse, sipping chamomile tea with the Queen, surrounded by the soft fragrance of blooming flowers.

It was such an absurdly delicate scene that it completely clashed with his usual fearsome image.

"The cup is full," Primrose pointed out as the tea began to spill over the rim.

"I-I’m sorry, Your Majesty!" The maid, whose rabbit ears twitched atop her head, bowed repeatedly, looking terrified over such a small mistake. "I didn’t mean to!"

Inside her mind, she panicked.

[Oh, crap. I’ve only been working here for three months! If I get fired, how will I afford my sister’s medicine?!]

[N-No! That’s not even the worst-case scenario! What if they decide to behead me?!]

Primrose frowned.

Was Edmund usually so harsh with the maids that she immediately thought she deserved to be fired—or worse, beheaded?

Yet Edmund hadn’t said a word. He didn’t react at all. He simply sat there, absentmindedly staring at the hand he had just used to stroke his wife’s soft skin.

"Don’t worry about it," Primrose said gently, offering the maid a small smile. "Just pour me another cup."

The maid froze, her ears twitching in shock.

[That’s it? I thought Her Majesty would throw her tea at me.]

... Wait. What?

"I—I’m truly sorry, Your Majesty," the maid stammered, bowing so many times it made Primrose dizzy. Her hands trembled slightly as she poured the tea into a new cup, extra careful not to spill a single drop this time.

Once she finished, she gave one last deep bow before practically running out of the greenhouse, leaving Primrose alone with Edmund.

The silence that followed was ... odd.

The atmosphere grew slightly awkward. Edmund wasn’t the type of man who felt the need to fill every silence with words.

If Primrose stayed silent, then he would remain quiet as well.

However, the silence only applied to him because Primrose could still hear the noisy thoughts running through his mind.

[So, my wife likes scones with strawberry jam. I need to remember that.]

Edmund’s eyes followed her every movement—the way she took the strawberry jam, how her lips parted as she took a bite, the delicate way she dabbed the corner of her mouth with a napkin.

[My wife eats so gracefully, so delicately ... unlike a beast like me.]

Primrose nearly rolled her eyes. The man sitting before her was the infamous Lycan King, a ruthless beast feared across the land, yet here he was, sulking because he thought he was too much of a beast to eat scones properly.

Unable to bear the awkward atmosphere any longer, Primrose finally spoke. "I didn’t know you enjoyed spending time in the greenhouse, Your Majesty."

"This is my first time," Edmund replied curtly.

She blinked several times, tilting her head. Did he really mean he had never set foot inside the greenhouse before?

Did he hate flowers?

[The greenhouse was only built two weeks ago, and I haven’t had time to come here.]

What? Two weeks ago?

That explained why the greenhouse felt oddly misplaced in the palace gardens. It hadn’t always been here because it was newly constructed.

But then, why did he suddenly decide to build a greenhouse?

"Your first time?" Primrose pretended not to know. "Do you not like flowers?"

Edmund’s expression didn’t change. "They’re fine."

Primrose’s eye twitched slightly. With every question, his responses grew shorter and more clipped, like he was trying to escape the conversation entirely.

[Flowers don’t suit me.]

Oh. So he really did hate flowers.

But honestly, what had she expected?

Edmund was a warrior, a beast who thrived in bloodshed and battle. The scent of steel and war suited him far more than the sweet perfume of blooming petals.

Flowers had no place in his world.

[The flowers are beautiful, as beautiful as my wife. They’re also delicate and fragile like her.]

Primrose almost choked on her tea.

His voice was cold, yet, for some reason, there was a hidden warmth beneath it.

But why was he suddenly calling her name now?

"Yes?" She lifted her gaze to meet his icy blue eyes, and for some reason, he looked paler than before.

"Why are you crying?" Edmund held his breath, his voice lower, softer. "Did I do something wrong to you?"

Did he?

Yes. No.

It wasn’t as simple as that.

No, wait a minute. Did she really cry?

She immediately touched her cheek and felt the dampness on her skin.

She was crying? For what?! Because she felt touched by his gift?

Ridiculous!

This was all that pathetic king’s fault!

"No, I’m alright." Primrose quickly rubbed her eyes. "Some dust got in them, that’s all."

[Dust? How dare the dust make my wife cry?!]

Primrose took a deep breath and closed her eyes, trying to ignore his absurd thoughts.

"Your Majesty, may I ask you something?" she asked hesitantly.

Edmund hummed in response, giving her a small nod.

"Did you ... build this greenhouse for me?"

She had braced herself for his usual cold tone or a short, meaningless answer.

But instead, he said something that warmed her heart.

"I did." He paused for a moment before adding, "This is my gift to you."

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