The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 74

Chapter 74: Do You Want to Make Me Cry in Bed?

"I’m not lying ..." Edmund explained. "When I was a kid, a butterfly flew into my ear. I thought it was going to eat my brain and make me dumb forever."

[But it turns out I’m just naturally dumb.]

Primrose almost choked on her own saliva after hearing that.

Who in their right mind would admit they were dumb?

That’s right, only the foolish Lycan King would say something like that without a second thought.

"That’s ... actually kind of scary," Primrose said with an awkward laugh.

Edmund sat down beside her but didn’t say anything right away. He just looked at her quietly, while Primrose kept her eyes on the floor, pretending to study their feet.

"But," Edmund said all of a sudden, "there’s something else I’m scared of." fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

Primrose glanced up, a bit curious. "What is it?"

"Seeing you cry," Edmund muttered. "That’s scary."

Primrose froze.

What kind of answer was that? Was he trying to be sweet on purpose?

But this was Edmund. A man who could barely put his feelings into words most of the time. There’s no way he was just flirting with her like that for fun.

Suddenly, she remembered something from one of the pages in his journal. ’I’d rather get stabbed in the heart than have to see my wife’s tears.’

And not long after, she heard his thoughts slipping into her mind again.

[The coachman told me she was crying the whole way from her homeland to the Noctvaris Kingdom.]

[The moment I heard that, I couldn’t help but turn my back on her... because it was just too hard to see her sad face.]

Primrose remembered that clearly.

During her first few days at the palace, Edmund always avoided her—like she was some kind of plague he couldn’t touch.

She didn’t know what kind of expression she had shown him back then, but judging from his thoughts, it must’ve looked awful every time their eyes met.

And honestly, who could blame her?

She had been forced into this marriage.

What kind of woman wouldn’t cry her eyes out after being dragged away from her home and told to marry the King of Beasts?

That pain had blurred her view of Edmund too.

Now that she thought about it ... maybe she never actually hated him.

She just hated how everything had started.

She hated the way she was forced into this. She hated losing control.

And that anger ... it spilled over. It made her blame Edmund for everything, even when he didn’t deserve it.

She shut her heart, refused to see any kindness in him, and convinced herself he was the enemy. If it weren’t for her ability to read minds, she probably would’ve held onto that hate forever.

Besides, she couldn’t help but notice that Edmund had been stealing glances at her lips ever since she walked into his room.

Maybe ... he still wanted their wedding kiss.

"I ..." Edmund gulped, his eyes slowly dropping down, staring at her red lips, which looked even more tempting as Primrose parted them slightly. "That’s ... different."

"Why?" Primrose deliberately leaned in closer. "Can you tell me the reason?"

Since she hadn’t gotten pregnant yet, Primrose wanted to try again. Besides, she’d be lying if she said she didn’t want to be touched by him again.

After tasting his mighty dragon, there was no way she could satisfy herself with just her slender fingers.

Edmund held his breath as her soft, floral scent filled his nose. He slowly leaned back, but Primrose only moved closer.

[If she keeps coming closer like this, how am I supposed to hold back?!]

[Wife, please, have mercy on me!]

She had already tried seducing him like this before, and yet he still thought she wouldn’t like it if he lost control? What a clueless Lycan King.

"When you’re crying in bed ... you ... you look beautiful," Edmund said with a trembling voice.

[And if she’s crying in bed, that means ... it’s because she couldn’t handle the pleasure.]

The sound of thunder outside slowly faded, leaving the room so quiet that even the creaking of the bed became painfully loud.

"Then, husband ..." Primrose whispered as she climbed onto him, settling into his lap, "Do you want to make me cry in bed ... right now?"

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