The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 300

Chapter 300: Wife, I Need A Hug

Primrose blinked several times, sitting still on her bed as she tried to process the words Edmund had just spoken.

"You what?" Her voice trembled in disbelief. "You ... you threw Sir Leofric into the dungeon?"

Primrose had guessed that Edmund wouldn’t forgive Leofric easily, but she hadn’t expected him to lock him up in the dungeon.

She had never been there herself, but Callen once told her that the place was freezing cold and filled with the stench of blood that had dried over the years.

It wasn’t Edmund’s fault the place carried such horror. The moment he became king, he had separated the torture chamber from the dungeon. But the kings before him had used it as a playground for cruelty. That was why, anyone thrown down there suffered more than chains.

No wonder Edmund had never wanted her anywhere near it, even though she had once told him she wanted to take a look out of curiosity.

"Yes," Edmund admitted, closing the balcony door with a slow push before walking toward her. His voice was calm but firm. "I know he meant no harm, but I didn’t like the way he treated you. You’re my wife, not some soldier he needs to break and rebuild."

[What the hell was he thinking?] Edmund’s thoughts boiled, and once again he seemed to forget she could hear them.

[How dare he make my wife face something so terrifying.] His jaw clenched, his gaze sharp as steel. [She must have been terrified, thinking someone wanted to kill her again.]

[That bastard ... I’ll make sure he rots down there for a week! After that, I—] He stopped mid-thought, realizing she could hear every word. [NO, I’M NOT THINKING ANYTHING BAD, MY WIFE!] 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Primrose let out a soft laugh, shaking her head. "It’s fine. I know you only want to protect me." She sighed gently. "Besides, Sir Leofric really did cross the line today, even if he thought he was doing it for my sake."

"But don’t worry, husband. I’m fine now." She curved her lips into a bright smile at him. "I think ... you don’t need to punish Sir Leofric too harshly. After being locked in the dungeon for a few days, he’ll definitely think twice before using violence to train me again."

Primrose had certainly been angry at Leofric earlier that afternoon, but she didn’t hold a grudge for long. Once she had calmed down, she didn’t even dwell on his mistake anymore.

Although she could still vividly remember the mysterious man she had killed with her magic, she no longer felt as nauseous whenever the memory surfaced.

[My wife is too kind! She can even forgive someone so quickly!]

"I’m not that kind," Primrose said softly, catching his thoughts again.

Edmund froze again and clicked his tongue in annoyance, realizing he had once more forgotten that his wife could hear every single thought in his head.

"You’re kind," he murmured stubbornly, "at least in my eyes."

Edmund kept moving closer to Primrose, clearly wanting his nightly hug. But as he climbed onto the bed, Primrose suddenly slid off, putting distance between them with a few quick steps.

Her sudden action made Edmund freeze in place. He stared at her in horror, as if he had just witnessed his wife committing a crime.

"M-my wife ... did I do something wrong?" Edmund asked nervously. "I ... I just wanted to hug you."

"You didn’t do anything wrong." Pressing her back against the wall, Primrose smiled sweetly at him. In a gentle tone, she said, "But ... you’ve been running around all day under the sun, and maybe ... you should take a bath first."

She had hugged him before, even when he was covered in blood and sweat, but those moments had always been different. They usually happened in the middle of an emergency, or when she desperately needed comfort after something terrible shook her.

But when there was no urgency—no life-or-death reason to cling to him—Primrose preferred her husband clean and fresh before he held her close and slept by her side.

His natural scent wasn’t unpleasant at all, but when it mixed with sun and sweat, it became a little too much for her to handle.

"Oh ... I’m sorry." Edmund instantly pulled his legs back from the bed, bowing his head like a guilty puppy that had just tracked mud across the floor. "I’ll go wash up and ... come back later."

Primrose suddenly felt guilty for making her husband sad. Before he could step out of her room, she reached for his hand.

"Husband, I ... I didn’t ask you to bathe because I thought you were disgusting. It’s just ... because I want to hold you while we sleep."

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