The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 380

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Chapter 380: The King Who Fears Nothing but Losing Her

Still, that was only natural. This building behind the palace was used as the maids’ quarters. Even so, it was still far better than what the servants had been given under the last king’s rule.

Originally, this place had been built to house concubines. But since Edmund never once had the desire to take even a single concubine, he had repurposed it into living quarters for the maids and other palace staff.

"Does your back hurt?"

Primrose flinched slightly at the low voice beside her, but the moment her eyes met Edmund’s face, she let out a soft breath of relief.

"I’m fine." She stretched her arms, then quickly turned to hug him. Edmund’s hand slid gently across her back, soothing her as if he knew it ached, no matter what she said.

"What time is it?" Primrose asked.

"It’s already morning," Edmund replied.

Her eyes widened. She sat up straight and turned toward the window, where sunlight spilled across the floor. "I ... I’m sorry! I overslept!"

Looking down, she noticed her clothes had been changed and not a single trace of blood remained on her skin.

She had promised she would only sleep for a little while, but who would have thought she’d end up sleeping until morning? Wasn’t that ridiculous?

Her husband was the one who had worked so hard to wipe out all the intruders in the palace, and yet she, who had only waited in the underground, had ended up resting longer than him.

"Why are you panicking?" Edmund asked calmly. "Nothing bad will happen just because you slept a little longer."

"But ... but I wanted you to rest properly too!" She lowered her head, her eyes falling on his hand still holding hers firmly, the same hand that had been pouring magic into her while she slept.

"I rested well enough." Edmund leaned lazily against the pillow, his hand reaching up to brush against her cheek. His voice was soft, almost lazy. "There’s no sleep more comfortable than when I’m lying beside you, my wife."

[You weren’t the only one who was afraid yesterday.] Edmund’s voice echoed in his mind, as if he didn’t have the courage to speak those words aloud.

"Really?" Primrose shifted closer, and before she could react, he pulled her by the waist and rested his head on her lap. "Were the wolves the ones that scared you?"

[I wasn’t afraid of dogs,] he continued in his mind. [I was afraid I wouldn’t be strong enough to protect you and our baby. I was afraid I’d let them take over our home, my home.]

His home wasn’t the palace, but his home was Primrose. He wouldn’t care if the palace burned to the ground, but he would bleed tears for eternity if anything bad happened to his wife.

"But you are strong," Primrose whispered, running her fingers slowly through his hair, stroking each strand as if to soothe him. "And you’ve already proven it."

[I almost made you drink poison. That’s nothing to be proud of.]

"It wasn’t," Primrose admitted gently. "But it was still better than leaving no precaution at all. Besides ... my world would be so empty without you."

It might have sounded dramatic, but it was the truth. Primrose had grown so used to life with Edmund that she couldn’t even picture a world without him in it.