The Mind-Reading Mate: Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me? Chapter 164: My Clingy Wife

"I only spoke with the Marquess for a short ti," he continued. "But even from that short eting, I could already tell, he’s the kind of man who deserves to be killed."

He had a point. The Marquess of Moonshadow was a rotten man.

But still, shouldn’t he have been a little more surprised that his wife was plotting murder?

"Actually, I’m glad to hear this," Edmund said.

Primrose blinked in confusion. "Glad? Which part of wanting to kill soone could possibly make you feel relieved?"

"The world is cruel, my wife," Edmund said gently. "People born with hearts too soft will have a hard ti surviving when conflict breaks out."

"I’ll never ask you to beco heartless." He looked at her with understanding. "but in a world like ours ... sotis having the strength to strike back against those who hurt you is necessary."

Primrose swallowed, staring at him without blinking. "So ... if, just hypothetically, I did kill soone, would you still not be mad at ?"

"I wouldn’t," Edmund said without hesitation. He took her hand gently and lifted it to his lips. "But if I may be a little selfish ... I hope these hands of yours never have to be stained with blood."

He paused, brushing his thumb over her fingers.

"Having the courage to kill is one thing," he said softly, "but I know it’s not easy to live with afterward. Sotis it stays with you, leaving scars you can’t see, but ones that still hurt."

Primrose had planned to kill the Marquess, but the truth was, she had never killed anyone before.

She didn’t even know what it would feel like ... to watch soone actually die because of sothing she had done.

Even if it was soone like the Marquess. Even if he deserved it.

A part of her couldn’t help but wonder, would she feel relief? Would she feel guilt?

Or would she just feel ... empty?

But if it was necessary, then Primrose didn’t want to hesitate, not even for a mont.

Because at the end of the day, the one who would execute the Marquess was Raven herself.

"That’s why, my wife, if there’s soone you want gone, just tell their na."

He looked into her eyes, full of love and sincerity. "Let be the one to carry that burden."

Then he bent forward, pressing a soft kiss to the back of her hand, like a vow only she would ever hear. "Let be the one to get my hands dirty for you."

"But that’s poison," Primrose said softly. She was touched by his words, but sotis, a person had to die quietly. "There won’t be any blood on the floor ... or on my hands."

She hesitated before asking, "Do you think I’ll be able to live with myself after this? After killing soone because of my plan?"

Edmund lowered their joined hands, his gaze steady as it t hers. "I can’t answer that, because only you know your heart better than anyone else."

"But one thing I do know," he said gently, "is that I won’t let you carry this burden alone. Whatever sin this is ... it will be ours. Not just yours."

Primrose whispered, "Why..."

She didn’t finish the question. Her voice trembled, caught between guilt and confusion, but Edmund waited patiently, like he always did when she needed ti to gather her thoughts.

"Why would you take on a sin that isn’t yours?" she finally asked, her voice barely louder than the breeze brushing past them. "Why would you offer to carry sothing like that, just because of ?"

When she was a little girl, Primrose used to dream of marrying a prince on a white horse.

A prince with a warm smile, a heart so pure he wouldn’t even hurt an ant, and not a single dark thought in his mind.

But life had taken a different path.

She never expected that she would end up marrying a man—still handso, still gentle—but whose heart was far from pure, and whose hands had already been stained with so much blood.

Edmund wasn’t the sun. He was as dark as the midnight sky.

But even in the darkest sky, there were thousands of stars and an entire universe.

And in that vast, dark sky, there was room for everything, whether good and bad, light and shadow.

There was even space to carry the sin and guilt she couldn’t bear alone.

"Because you’re my wife," Edmund said without the slightest hesitation. "The mont I took that wedding oath, you beca my responsibility."

"No matter what happens to you, it’s my duty to protect you, to keep you safe while I still have breath in my body. And if sothing’s too heavy for you to carry, I’ll carry it for you."

He didn’t say those words for show. He said it like soone who ant every single word.

"If you need help, anything at all, just tell ," he added gently. "I’ll do anything for you."

Primrose’s expression slowly changed. Her eyebrows lowered, and her lips trembled slightly.

Before Edmund could say anything, she suddenly began to cry, not loudly enough for anyone else to hear, but just enough to make her husband panic.

"Did ... did I say sothing wrong?" Edmund asked, worried. He leaned closer, unsure if he should touch her or give her space. "Did I upset you?"

"Upset ?" Primrose sobbed softly. "You make so happy that I want to cry my heart out. How can you say things like that? It’s too beautiful!"

"I don’t deserve a husband like you!" she cried dramatically.

"But I also don’t want you to have another wife! Just stay with , alright? Even if I cry too much, even if I waste all your money. Just ... stay with until the day I die!"

Edmund wrapped his arms around her tightly, one hand gently cradling the back of her head while the other rubbed comforting circles along her back.

"I’ll only marry once in my life," he said softly.

"If I ever look at another woman, I’ll let you stab in the eyes yourself," said Edmund.

Primrose, despite her tears, sniffled sharply. "I’m not going to stab your eyes!" she mumbled. "Just don’t look at anyone else in the first place!"

Edmund couldn’t help but smile faintly. He hadn’t expected his wife to suddenly act this clingy and jealous, especially over won who didn’t even exist.

But he loved it.

He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her hair. "I won’t," he promised.

"Even if one day you leave first," he continued, "I’ll never choose another woman to be my mate. Not in this life, not in the next."

He gently tilted her chin up so she could see the honesty in his eyes. "So don’t ever worry. I belong to you. Only you."