The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 322

Chapter 322: The King’s Greatest Fear

"Husband, you’re late," Primrose greeted with a smile as Edmund stepped into the royal living room. He was no longer in the clothes he had worn that afternoon, maybe he had changed before coming here.

"Sorry for making you wait." Edmund leaned down slightly, pressing a kiss to her cheek without the slightest care that someone else was sitting right in front of them. "The young soldiers still need a lot more practice, so I was stuck on the training grounds longer than expected. And after that, I met with the contractor to discuss our new bedroom."

Primrose’s smile grew at the mention of their new bedroom. Just hearing him say it made her heart flutter.

"I see," she replied softly, slipping her fingers into his before he sat down beside her. "You’ve been working so hard."

Edmund’s gaze lingered on her a moment longer, his lips curving faintly as if he wanted to kiss her again, completely ignoring the fact that Leofric was sitting there, watching the two of them with an expression that screamed discomfort.

Leofric cleared his throat loudly, finally breaking the tender moment. "Your Majesties ... some of us are still here, you know."

Primrose didn’t even look his way. "And some of us don’t matter," she muttered, just loud enough for Edmund to hear.

Edmund chuckled, but the affection in his icy-blue eyes quickly dimmed as he finally turned to face Leofric. "Alright, what trouble are you bringing to my wife this time?" he asked. "Why did you ask to meet us?"

Leofric tapped his foot against the floor before slowly shifting his gaze toward Primrose. She only met his eyes and gave a small shrug, silently telling him she had no intention of being the one to bring up the matter first.

[Your Majesty, if I die today, I hope you’ll take care of my sister for the rest of her short life.] Leofric’s voice slipped into her mind.

Primrose rolled her eyes, her expression clearly saying, You’re being dramatic.

"What’s wrong?" Edmund asked, his sharp gaze flicking between them. He had noticed their silent exchange but neither of them had spoken a word.

Finally, Leofric let out a long sigh and forced himself to speak. "Do you still remember my dearest sister ... Lorelle?"

Edmund’s brows furrowed slightly. "I remember her. Has something happened to her?"

[Did Lady Lorelle die while I had Leofric locked in the dungeon last night?] Edmund’s chest tightened, guilt sinking into his gut. [Damn it ... what if that’s true?]

Thankfully, the worry eased as Leofric answered, "She’s fine ... at least, for now." He continued, "Actually, I want to ask your wife for a favor regarding ... my sister."

Edmund’s voice was firm as he said, "My wife is not a healer, Sir Leofric." He continued, "I don’t think she can help Lady Lorelle."

"No, that’s not my intention." Leofric’s eyes shifted back to Primrose, silently urging her to speak about the matter they had discussed in the library yesterday.

Primrose rolled her eyes again, clearly unwilling to be the one to explain it. But if she stayed quiet, things might turn ugly fast—and the last thing she wanted was blood spilled right here in the royal living room. With a resigned sigh, she finally stepped into the conversation.

Ah... she finally understood. He wasn’t worried about Leofric’s request at all because he was terrified that something terrible might happen to her.

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