The Mind-Reading Mate: Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me? Chapter 119: The King’s Hidden Business

Primrose raised an eyebrow, staring at him like she didn’t buy it for a second.

She would honestly be silly to believe that part.

Still, at this point, she didn’t really care anymore since he had seen her naked before.

"Alright," she said with a sigh. "I believe you."

Edmund’s eyes lit up. "So ... does that an my punishnt is over?"

Just as he was about to take a step toward her, Primrose held up her hand again.

"No." She gave him a sweet smile. "You’re still being punished for one week, Your Majesty. Please don’t forget that."

In fact, now that she thought about it, She could use the doll to torture him a little.

A slow, mischievous smile began to form on Primrose’s face as she imagined all the little things she could do, nothing cruel, just enough to drive him crazy with frustration.

"I understand," Edmund said, not even trying to argue. He just accepted his fate with the look of a man heading into battle. "I’ll do my best to get through this punishnt."

[I’d rather be whipped or thrown in the dungeon for a month than be away from my wife for a week.]

[Why did she have to choose sothing this cruel to punish ?]

Excuse ? Cruel?

How could staying in the dungeon be considered easier than staying away from her for one week?

At this point, Primrose truly didn’t understand her husband.

"Should we go back to the dining room, my wife?" Edmund asked gently, his voice soft, like he was trying to win her heart and make her forget about the punishnt. "You haven’t eaten much earlier."

He had a point. Her plate was still full when she’d asked him to step away with her.

But right now, food wasn’t her priority.

"Can I ask you sothing?" she said, her voice suddenly softer, touched with a bit of sadness. "It’s about my father."

Edmund imdiately straightened up.

[Is she going to cry again?]

Alright, yes. Primrose could be a little sensitive. But that didn’t an she cried over everything.

"What is it, wife?" Edmund asked gently.

Primrose went quiet for a mont, choosing her words carefully. "My father isn’t soone who trusts people easily," she said slowly.

"But ... the fact that he agreed to co with you so quickly and secretly, made think you two must have known each other before."

Even if Edmund had told Lazarus that his daughter wanted to see him, it didn’t explain why her father would trust a Lycan King enough to go with him without question.

Unless ... they really had t before.

Unless there was trust already built between them.

"Were you two close before?" Primrose asked softly.

Edmund didn’t hesitate. "Your father and I have been doing business together."

Since when?!

Her father had always spoken proudly about the family’s distillery business.

Since she was his only child, he used to share every detail with her, yet she had never once heard about any partnership with the Lycan King.

"I didn’t know anything about that," Primrose murmured, her forehead creasing.

She lowered her head slightly, her voice tinged with sadness. "Could it be that ... my father doesn’t trust as much as I thought?"

"No, wife! It’s not like that at all!" Edmund said quickly, trying to comfort her. "You didn’t know about it because we kept the business a secret for a reason."

"The political relationship between Noctvaris and the Vellmoria Empire wasn’t good before we got married," he explained. "If the Emperor had found out, he would’ve definitely caused trouble over it."

There had been many ugly incidents in the past, beasts hurting humans, and humans doing the sa to beasts.

Because of that, it had beco nearly impossible for the human empires and kingdoms to truly accept the beasts into their world and vice versa.

Business partnerships? That was laughable.

Even stepping into each other’s territory without tension was already difficult.

The truth was, ever since Edmund beca King, the beasts didn’t hold much hatred toward humans anymore.

But humans ... they still carried bitterness in their hearts, clinging to past tragedies that had nothing to do with the current generation.

That was why a business deal between them had to be done in secret.

"And my people probably wouldn’t buy the product if they knew it ca from a human company," Edmund said quietly. "Beasts still believe our alcohol is better."

Primrose turned her gaze toward the corner of the room where a shelf stood, filled with bottles of alcohol.

She actually couldn’t understand why her husband needed to store liquor in his study.

"I don’t see any bottles from my family’s brand," she said, frowning slightly.

Edmund stood from his chair, moving carefully to keep his distance from her.

He walked over to the shelf and picked up a red bottle, its surface engraved with the word Moonfire.

"We rebranded it," Edmund said, then hesitated. "Can I approach you to hand this over?"

Primrose paused, thinking for a mont, then gave a small nod.

In the blink of an eye, Edmund was already standing right in front of her,making Primrose blink in surprise.

The Lycan King truly moved fast.

"Here. The bottle, wife."

Primrose accepted it, and she knew, without a doubt, that Edmund had purposely brushed his fingers against hers.

Her husband was truly an expert at finding excuses just to touch her.

"Step back," she reminded him with a look. "You were only supposed to hand the bottle, rember?"

Edmund looked disappointed but obediently stepped back.

As Primrose examined the bottle, which looked completely different from anything produced by her family’s distillery, Edmund spoke again. "This liquor is different from the usual kind. It was made with a purpose, as dicine."

That only made Primrose more confused. "dicine?"

Edmund nodded. "Moonfire is made from Emberfruit, a rare fruit that only grows deep in the forests of Noctvaris.

The fruit tastes extrely bitter when eaten raw, but after it’s distilled into alcohol, it becos sweet, and everyone here loves it."

"But more importantly, instead of making beasts drunk, Moonfire helps us stay calm," he continued, lowering his voice. "We ... lose control easily when we’re under too much pressure."

Ah.

So that was why Edmund kept alcohol in his study.