The Mind-Reading Mate: Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me? Chapter 111: The King’s Sweet Gifts

"I was really ... really worried about you, Husband." Primrose let out a dramatic sigh and turned her face slightly away. "I couldn’t even sleep well the past few days because I was so worried."

Well ... that wasn’t entirely a lie.

She truly hadn’t been sleeping well. She didn’t even know why, it was just that every ti her head hit the pillow, her mind filled with unnecessary thoughts.

So nights, she’d just lie in bed for hours, wondering if it was okay for her to return ho to see her father, even though her position as the Queen of Noctvaris is not stable yet.

She was torn between following her heart and going back, or waiting longer to secure her place.

In the end, she chose to wait. But that decision only made her anxiety worse. She was terrified she might die before she got the chance to see her father again, just like in her first life.

"Wife, I didn’t an to make you worry!" Edmund blurted out. Then, after a brief pause, he softened his tone. "I just ... No, I truly am sorry."

[I didn’t know I was supposed to send a letter to my wife. It’s just ... I’ve been so used to leaving the palace without telling anyone when I’ll return.]

[But now I have a wife. I should’ve thought this through more carefully,] Edmund sighed inwardly. [Because of my carelessness, I’ve made her lose sleep. On so nights, she even kept tossing and turning in bed.]

Wait ... Primrose was certain she’d never told Edmund about that.

So how did he know?

Unfortunately, she couldn’t ask him directly.

"I forgive you this ti, Your Majesty," Primrose suddenly said in a serious tone. "But please, make sure to let know when you leave the palace and when you plan to co back. That way, I won’t feel like you’re abandoning ."

She understood that his recent trip had been urgent, and since she’d been sick, Edmund probably didn’t want to burden her.

But even before that, he had always left without saying a word, leaving her to ask the maids and guards for news of his whereabouts.

A little ironic, wasn’t it? That the staff knew more about her husband’s location than his own wife?

"I promise this will be the last ti," Edmund said, lowering his head even more.

Then, after a pause, he reached out and offered her a paper bag he’d been holding since he returned. "I brought sothing for you."

Primrose blinked, surprised by the sudden gesture. He practically shoved the bag in her face. Still, she reached out and gently took it from his hands. "What’s this?" she asked.

"Just ... so sweets," Edmund replied, his tone hesitant, almost nervous, like he wasn’t sure she’d like them.

Far from disliking it, Primrose was just stunned that he’d brought sweets at all.

Wasn’t he supposed to be near the border?

Solene had told her there were only small villages around there. Where would he find a sweets shop?

But ... maybe there was one?

Primrose didn’t dwell on it. She opened the bag and her entire body froze when she saw what was inside.

Inside were chocolates and candies, not just any chocolates.

These were from Illvarian Bakery.

It was a famous brand from the City of Illvaris in the Azria Kingdom. Her holand.

"Where ... where did you get these?" Primrose lifted her head, her eyes wide with emotion, her pupils darting as excitent filled her chest.

From what she knew, Illvarian Bakery didn’t have any branches outside her holand.

Not even in other cities, let alone outside the empire.

So how did Edmund get them? Did he visit Illvaris?

But that wasn’t fair.

She was the one who wanted to return to her holand, and yet she hadn’t even gotten the chance to set foot there again.

"Why didn’t you tell you went to my holand?" Primrose asked, trying to sound upset, but instead of yelling ... she started to cry.

She was just ... frustrated.

"I want to go there too..." she whispered, her voice trembling. She bit her lower lip, trying hard not to cry. "It’s just not fair."

Across from her, Edmund looked completely panicked the mont he saw her tears.

"No, it’s not like that! It’s not that I didn’t want to tell you, I just ..." He sighed, clearly frustrated with himself. "I brought sothing else for you."

But Primrose didn’t want other gifts.

She just wanted to go ho.

"Rosie."

Her whole body froze.

The paper bag slipped from her hands and hit the floor, but she couldn’t move to pick it up. Her legs felt heavy, like they didn’t belong to her anymore.

That voice.

She knew that voice.

She had grown up with it, heard it in every corner of her childhood. But for years ... it had only lived in her mory.

"Rosie, are you alright?"

Slowly, Primrose turned her head past Edmund.

And there, standing in the doorway, was the one person she had longed to see more than anyone.

In this lifeti, it had only been a few months since they were separated. But for Primrose, it felt like more than three years had passed.

She had nearly forgotten his face.

"Fa ... Father?" Her voice cracked as her tears finally spilled over. She broke down completely, her cries echoing down the hall.

She knew people were probably watching, but she didn’t care.

"Why ... why are you here?" Her words ca out slurred through her sobs, but the Duke of Illvaris, Lazarus, understood her perfectly.

"I ca to see you," he said. Without a mont’s hesitation, he walked straight to his daughter, who was still crying. "Oh, my sweet Rosie ... have you been alright here?"

"Fatherrrr!" Primrose sobbed louder, not caring how ssy she looked. "I really ... really missed you."

Standing in front of her father, it felt like she was a little girl again. The sa little girl who used to run to him whenever soone made her cry, or when she wanted sothing pretty from the market.

Edmund silently stepped aside, giving Lazarus space to embrace his daughter. The duke gently wiped her tears with his thumb.

"You’re all grown up and married now," he chuckled, "and yet here you are, crying like you used to."

His voice was soft and full of warmth when he spoke to Primrose.

But when his eyes shifted to Edmund, his tone suddenly dropped. "Well then ... has your husband been treating you kindly, or do I need to have a word with him?"