The Mind-Reading Mate: Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me? Chapter 128: The King Has a Sweet Tooth?

"Step back," Primrose said softly with a small smile, gently reminding her husband. "You still have two days left, rember?"

The light in Edmund’s eyes dimd slightly, like soone had just blown out a candle.

Without saying a word, he obediently stepped back, giving her space to enter his study room.

Primrose walked in and imdiately noticed that a few things had changed.

For example, when did the couch get so many pillows? As far as she rembered, it used to look plain before.

Then, just behind the door, she spotted several glass jars filled with candies and chocolates sitting neatly on the sideboard.

Primrose tilted her head in confusion. Since when did her husband like sweets?

Hadn’t Salem once said that most beasts didn’t really care for sugar?

Could it be ... he prepared them for her?

[Oh no!] Edmund panicked silently. [I forgot to hide those! What if she realizes I kept a few jars for myself?]

[What if she thinks I’m greedy? Will she be upset with ?]

Primrose’s eye twitched slightly, still staring at the jars. She couldn’t believe that the mighty Lycan King ... had a sweet tooth?

No, she didn’t mind. It was just so unexpected.

"Husband," she asked, her eyes still locked on the jars, "are those chocolates and candies from Azria?"

[She knows!] Edmund’s heart skipped pounding loudly.

[She’s definitely mad. Father told to give them all to her, and I kept three jars for myself.]

"Y-Yes ..." he mumbled, so softly that she almost couldn’t hear it. "I ... I like them."

Primrose blinked in surprise, then smiled softly.

"Oh." She paused, then said warmly, "That’s great! I didn’t know you liked sweets. Why didn’t you tell ?"

Edmund looked at her like she had just saved him from drowning. "You ... you’re not angry?"

"Why would I be angry?" she asked with a bright smile. "Isn’t it nice if we both have a sweet tooth? That way, we can share them together. Doesn’t that sound lovely?"

Still, she couldn’t help but wonder.

As far as she rembered, Edmund rarely touched any sweets during tea ti in the greenhouse back then.

So why did he suddenly like them?

"Actually," Edmund admitted, rubbing the back of his neck, "I don’t like most sweets ... but that brand," he pointed to the jars, "I really like those."

[I don’t know why,] he thought to himself. [But the sweets from that bakery are strangely addictive.]

Primrose tilted her head, a curious thought forming in her mind. Maybe the bakery used ingredients that were safe for dogs?

Edmund wasn’t a dog, of course ... but technically, he was still part animal, right?

The idea made a bit of sense.

In the Azria city, many noble families had pets, like dogs or cats, even foxes.

Sotis, they’d stroll through the city with them in pet strollers, visiting shops and cafés together.

Maybe the bakery owner had taken that as inspiration and created treats that both humans and animals could enjoy.

"Then ..." Primrose’s eyes lit up as she looked at him, voice filled with excitent. "I’ll ask my father to send more sweets from that bakery to Noctvaris."

Edmund looked at his wife in disbelief. "You’re really not mad that I stole your candies and chocolates?"

Sotis, Primrose found it oddly amusing that the mighty Lycan King could act like such a clueless little boy.

"Not at all," she said, picking up one of the jars. "I an ... we can just share them. If you run out, you can take so from my room."

Edmund’s eyes lit up like a puppy being told he could go outside.

[I can use that as an excuse to visit my wife’s room!]

Primrose held back a sigh.

Wasn’t giving him a spy doll already enough? Did he really still want to sneak into her room now?

Whatever.

It wasn’t like he’d dare do anything she didn’t want him to.

"Alright," she said, placing the jar back on the sideboard. Then she gently shifted the topic to the real reason she had co. "Husband, you probably already know why I’m here, don’t you?"

Edmund’s expression turned serious. "I do." He looked straight at her and said, "But my answer is no."

Primrose furrowed her brows, genuinely surprised.

This was the first ti her husband had rejected one of her requests.

She stepped closer, her voice low and unsure. "Why?"

This ti, she didn’t need to fake her sadness, because she really did feel it.

Why would he stop her from going?

She was sure Edmund wasn’t the kind of husband who controlled his wife or kept her locked away.

"Did I ... do sothing wrong?" Her gaze dropped. "Or ... are you mad that I punished you?"

"No! It’s not that," Edmund said quickly, letting out a deep sigh.

He felt helpless whenever Primrose looked at him with those big, sad eyes.

"It’s the road to Moonshadow," he explained. "It’s not safe right now."

"There are mountain bandits who’ve been targeting noble carriages lately."

He lifted his hand, as if to touch her cheek, but stopped himself halfway. "That’s why ... I can’t let you go there. Not right now."

Oh ... so that was the reason.

Her husband wasn’t angry with her after all.

Thankfully, they could communicate better now, or else she might’ve thought he was just trying to control her for no reason.

Those bandits sounded awful, but Primrose needed Raven. She needed her to help release Hazelle as soon as possible.

Because Hazelle was the key, one of the people she could use to bring Silas down and to do that, Hazelle had to be free.

"Can’t you do sothing about it?" Primrose stepped closer, gently tugging at the sleeve of his coat. "I really want to see Lady Raven soon."

Edmund held his breath as her voice softened. He was already close to give anything she wanted. "I can request the Marchioness to visit the palace officially," he offered.

"No!" Primrose’s voice rose before she realized it, and she quickly bit her lip. "Don’t ... don’t ask the Marquess to bring her here."

If Edmund sent Raven an official letter, wouldn’t that cause trouble for her with her husband?

The Marquess might think Raven was stirring up too much drama.

He could even suspect her of saying bad things about him, enough to make the King of Noctvaris want to invite her personally instead of him.

More than that, Primrose didn’t want the Marquess at the palace either.

If Raven really planned to kill him soon, it would be better if he died in his own ho, so no one would grow suspicious.

"Besides wanting to see Lady Raven," Primrose added, "I also want to see the mountain views in Moonshadow. She told the air there is fresher than in the capital ... and the scenery is beautiful."

She quickly shook her head. "I’m sorry. I didn’t an to say the capital is ugly. I just ... want to travel sowhere else."

Her voice grew softer, and she pouted just a little. "I just feel ... a little bored always being inside the palace. It’s starting to feel like a cage."

Edmund’s face turned pale in an instant. [My wife ... feels unhappy?!]

[Of course she’s bored. She’s stuck inside the palace all the ti, and I leave her alone so often.]

[What kind of husband am I? I haven’t even tried to find ways to make her happy!]

"I’ll let you go," Edmund said at last, taking a deep breath. "But only if you’re guarded by soone truly capable."

Primrose’s eyes lit up instantly. Her smile slowly returned. "I have Sir Callen now."

"He’s not capable enough to protect you," Edmund replied flatly.

Ah.

It seed Edmund wasn’t exactly thrilled when she asked to make Callen her personal guard.

But because she’d asked so sweetly, he hadn’t refused and made it official so she wouldn’t get upset.

"Then ... you can send one of the royal knights to go with to Moonshadow," Primrose suggested.

To beco a royal knight, a soldier had to pass a special test created by the king himself.

People said the test was so difficult that only around twenty soldiers had ever passed and earned the title.

Since Edmund had personally witnessed their strength, surely he could trust them to protect her, right?

"The one I want to assign to you is currently away from the kingdom. He won’t return until next month," Edmund said.

Primrose’s smile slowly faded. "Oh ... then what about another royal knight? Soone who’s still in the palace?"

"They’re not strong enough," he answered shortly.

Just how high were Edmund’s standards for what made a soldier "strong enough"?

Even in her first life, the royal knights had been more than capable of wiping out bandits.

"But I don’t want to wait until next month." Primrose reached out and gently tugged on his sleeve. "Husband ... I really want to go soon."

Edmund clenched his fists tightly, feeling helpless the mont his adorable wife pleaded with him.

"... I have soone in mind," he said finally, "soone who can protect you for now."

Primrose’s eyes sparkled with excitent. "Who?"

Edmund tried to smile, but in her eyes, it ca out more like a creepy grin. "," he said.