The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 273

Chapter 273: My Husband’s Eyes Were Always Watching Me

No matter how strong Primrose’s curiosity was about the contents of Edmund’s bad diary, she decided to bring up something more important, something she never expected to ask.

How on earth did Edmund know about all the bad things she’d done behind his back? He never even thought about those things, not once had she seen him suspect her in his mind.

"I don’t understand," Primrose finally asked, her voice filled with disbelief. "How did you know? About Leah? About my fake heart condition?"

Edmund’s eyes narrowed slightly. "Just so you know, my dear wife, I have eyes and ears all over this palace," he said, deepening his gaze. "It’s really not that hard for me to know what’s going on behind my back."

"As for Leah’s case ..."

Edmund went on to explain that he had once ordered a soldier to investigate and interrogate Leah thoroughly.

That’s how he found out Leah had been spreading false rumors about Primrose, and sometimes even insulting her appearance in public.

Primrose clenched her jaw. "That explains a lot, but ..." she hesitated, voice quiet now, "it still doesn’t explain how you knew I was the one who asked Leah to go to your room."

That part made absolutely no sense.

Primrose had always made sure no one could overhear them whenever she told Leah that she was the type of woman Edmund might like.

She was confident she’d been careful. She was sure she had been inside her own chambers when she indirectly planted the idea in Leah’s head to accompany her husband that night.

"I’m sorry, my wife," Edmund murmured, looking away with visible guilt. His voice dropped so low she almost didn’t hear him. "But ... Bunnie isn’t my first spy doll."

Primrose blinked. "What ...?"

"I-I actually placed quite a few spy devices in your room, especially in your old bedroom."

Primrose’s eyes widened as the words sank in. "YOU WHAT?!" she shouted so loudly that Edmund squinted. She grabbed the collar of his shirt and yelled again, "How many spying devices did you put in my room?!"

Edmund didn’t dare blink, nor did he break eye contact as he faced his wife’s fury. "P-please don’t be mad," he said carefully. "M-maybe ... maybe around twenty?"

"TWENTY?!" Primrose yanked his collar again. Now he was close enough to hear her rage echo in both ears. "YOU PUT TWENTY SPYING DEVICES IN MY ROOM?!"

"That’s ... that’s the number I remember," Edmund mumbled.

Primrose stared at him in horror. If that’s just the number he remembers ... how many did he forget?!

Honestly, she didn’t really have the right to be angry because she had been reading Edmund’s thoughts all the time and even using that knowledge for her own advantage.

But the difference was ... Primrose could only hear Edmund’s thoughts when he was nearby.

Meanwhile, Edmund had been watching and listening to her at all times without exception.

Primrose suddenly froze as that realization hit her. If Edmund had planted so many spying devices in her room from the start, then that meant ... He must have seen her when she was trying to please herself.

Not just once, but many times?!

Especially that one night, right after he marked her and left her alone, she had spent hours touching herself.

She had no idea what kind of spying devices Edmund had used, but if he placed them on top of her bed and even beside it, that meant ... He could’ve seen her pleasing herself from multiple angles!

But wait. Wasn’t it the next day that he wondered in his thoughts whether she had slept well or not?

If Edmund really had the ability to watch her anytime, shouldn’t he have known whether she was sleeping peacefully or not?

Could it be that he was mocking her at that moment?

But no. That didn’t feel like him.

Even in his most annoying moments, Primrose couldn’t imagine Edmund ever thinking something cruel about her, not even in his mind.

Primrose let out a tired sigh. There was only one way to find out: she had to ask him directly.

"So, Edmund," she began seriously, her voice calm but steady, "do you remember the night you marked me?"

Edmund nodded slowly. "Yes."

Primrose hesitated for a moment before asking the question that had been swirling in her mind. "Did you ... start watching me from that night onward?"

They’d already seen each other naked more times than she could count, but this was different.

Salem, who had no idea that Primrose had faked her condition, replied casually, "Heart disease? Your Majesty, your wife doesn’t have a heart condition. You can yell at her as loud as you want, and she’s not going to die from that."

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