The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 276

Chapter 276: The Stranger Behind His Eyes

Although Primrose was on the verge of madness, that didn’t mean she had forgotten the color of her husband’s eyes.

Edmund’s eyes were always ice blue, a color so cold it could rival the Forsaken North itself, yet they turned soft and warm every time he looked at her.

She knew her husband could change his appearance, but he had never done so in front of her unless absolutely necessary. It was because Primrose once told him that her type was a man with dark hair and blue eyes.

That was why she couldn’t understand ... why did he suddenly change his eye color to green?

She was sure they were still blue when he first walked into the room.

When had they changed?

Was it the moment his thoughts went silent?

A sudden chill ran down her spine, and goosebumps rose across her arms.

Something wasn’t right.

"Edmund, did you change your eye color?" Primrose asked again, this time in a much softer voice. She even leaned her head back slightly, putting a bit of distance between them.

At that moment, she swore she saw something shift in Edmund’s eyes. It didn’t look like his gaze at all, more like a stranger’s, and it scared her.

"I thought you’d never notice."

Primrose’s eyes widened as Edmund suddenly smiled widely, something he rarely did, or rather ... almost never.

But instead of looking friendly, that smile only made him look terrifying.

No, it was different from Edmund’s usual scary smile, the one he forced when he didn’t know how to smile properly.

This smile felt natural, like it belonged to him.

He looked like someone who enjoyed being unsettling, like one of those creepy clowns from horror stories, the kind that hides in the dark sewers and lures children in with a grin.

No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t find even a sliver of comfort in that face.

Her gut screamed it loud and clear: He wasn’t Edmund.

"W-what are you?!" Primrose shoved his chest, trying to climb off his lap. But since her legs couldn’t move, she nearly fell to the floor instead.

Fortunately—or maybe unfortunately—the so-called Edmund caught her before she could fall. He even held her hand as she kept trying to push him away.

"Why are you being so rude?" asked her husband, or maybe not. Primrose wasn’t so sure anymore.

He looked disappointed, but at the same time, like he was simply toying with her. "Wouldn’t it be nicer if you said ’who’ instead of ’what’?" He smiled again, teasing. "I mean, sweetheart, I’m not a thing."

Who cared whether he was a who or a what? She was just completely confused and worried for her husband.

If the man in front of her truly wasn’t Edmund, then ... where was her real husband?!

Did that mean she’d been crying and hugging someone else this whole time?

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