The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 323

Chapter 323: Third Wheeling

"Yeah, it’s not possible," Leofric chimed in. "Since that person has already passed down their ability to Her Majesty, she won’t be able to return it. And finding someone with the exact same birth time and even the same fate is nearly impossible."

He went on, "We could try a ritual to search for such a person, but I’m sure that in fifty years, you’d only find maybe two people who share the exact same fate and pain."

More than that, Primrose had been reborn, so wouldn’t she also need to find someone else who had been reborn? That would make the search even harder.

Primrose, deep down, was still unsure if her ability had truly been given to her by someone else. After all, her life had been complicated from the start.

"If someone really gave this ability to my wife, then they should take responsibility for it," Edmund growled, his jaw tight. "I will find that person."

[How dare someone give something so dangerous to my wife,] Edmund thought darkly. [I will never forgive them. I will kill that—]

"Edmund." Primrose reached up and cupped his cheek, pulling him back from the darkness in his mind. "I know the heavenly trial sounds awful and terrifying, because I’m scared too, maybe even more than you. But ...."

Her eyes softened as she went on, "I can’t deny that this ability became the key that healed us. If I hadn’t been able to read your thoughts, maybe ... our fate would’ve been just as tragic as in our first life."

Edmund fell silent for a moment. His gaze softened, but sorrow weighed heavy in his eyes. "This is my fault." His brows knitted together, and he looked as if his heart had just been ripped apart. "I ... I wasn’t able to show you my love properly, so—"

"That’s alright." Primrose smiled, brushing her fingers gently over his cheek. It felt to him as if soft cotton had touched his skin. "It wasn’t your fault either."

Edmund had grown up in an environment surrounded by blood and violence, so it was extremely hard for him to express love to her. Even normal conversations were difficult because his whole life he had only known how to yell and command.

Perhaps it was a bit harsh to say, but sometimes Primrose thought of him as a stray dog, one that had never once felt the warmth of someone’s arms.

He had roamed the streets alone for years, scavenging through trash just to survive, and at times enduring all kinds of terrible things while living as a beggar.

That was why now Primrose understood why he hadn’t been able to express his feelings properly back then.

"If this is the only path that allows me to have you, then I’m willing to take it again," Primrose whispered. "The heavenly trial might sound horrifying, but to me, it’s far scarier if I can’t see this version of you."

The version of Edmund who always thought of sweet things, even though his mouth was often filled with sharp words.

His mind might be messy and loud, but within it, Primrose had found her solace.

"Wife, I ..." Edmund couldn’t continue. The only thing he could do was lower his head, kiss her palm, and whisper softly, "I’ll do anything, as long as I can protect you from any threat, even heaven itself."

His voice was so gentle, it eased her heart until Primrose no longer felt afraid. "Husband, let’s face this together."

"Wife, let’s—"

"Your Majesties," Leofric cleared his throat just as the tension between them grew so warm it nearly burned his eyes. "Did you forget that I already have a solution? Neither of you needs to sacrifice anything, or even face heaven." 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

[As if they could really survive against heaven,] Leofric deliberately left his thoughts unshielded by magic, perhaps so Primrose could hear them clearly.

It wasn’t as if she and Edmund were actually planning to storm heaven and fight the gods anyway! They were simply promising to face everything side by side.

"You’re right." Edmund took a deep breath before finally turning his face toward Leofric. "You do have a solution for this."

Edmund’s smile stretched across his lips, but it wasn’t warm at all, it was chilling, like a madman ready to skin his victim alive. "But instead of helping, you decided to take advantage of it. You want to use my wife’s ability for your own gain!"

Edmund, who had only been worrying about Primrose earlier, finally unleashed all the anger in his heart and poured it onto Leofric.

He pushed back his chair and rose to his feet, his hand hovering near the hilt of his sword. "Tell me, Sir Leofric. What exactly do you have that could help my wife?"

Leofric leaned back against the sofa, sliding his chair slightly away from Edmund as if to guard himself. "Oh, Your Majesty, before I hand you this valuable information, you’ll have to give me a gift first."

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