The Mind-Reading Mate: Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me? Chapter 197: The Queen’s Laziness

But the mont he said those last few words, the warmth in Primrose’s chest faded. Sothing tightened inside her, and the comfort she had just begun to feel slipped through her fingers like sand.

She lowered her head, unable to et his eyes, and whispered, "Can we ... not talk about that for a while?"

Edmund’s eyes widened slightly as he realized he had accidentally touched a wound that hasn’t healed yet. [She just ca out of her room for the first ti in days... and I’ve already made her rember sothing so painful?]

[I’m such an idiot!] He ntally scolded himself. [I should’ve stitched my mouth shut if I can’t control my words around her.]

"I’m sorry," Edmund said, lowering his head. "I shouldn’t have brought that up in the first place."

To his surprise, Primrose reached for his arm. It was the first ti she had touched him in days. She didn’t touch his skin directly, but it was still sothing, and it startled him in the best way.

"That’s alright." Primrose smiled faintly, then turned her gaze toward the dresses in the middle of the room.

They were displayed on mannequins, looking just as beautiful as when she first saw them in the boutique.

"Should I wait outside while you change?" Edmund asked awkwardly. His voice cracked a little, and Primrose couldn’t help but think he looked like a shy young man on his first date.

She chuckled softly. "No, you don’t have to go. You can wait here while I change. You’re my husband, not so random creep."

Edmund nodded quickly. "If you say so ... then I’ll stay."

[She’s just changing, nothing more. I can behave,] he reminded himself. [If I get a boner, I’ll jump into the frozen lake as punishnt.]

Alright, maybe that was a bit too extre.

If he did get a boner ... well, it wasn’t that big of a deal, right?

He was her husband, after all, so it was only natural for him to feel attracted to his own wife. Besides, being aroused and forcing her to deal with it were two very different things.

There was nothing wrong with having sexual desire toward her. The problem was, most n would bla the woman for it and then ask her to "help" them get rid of that desire.

But unlike most n, Edmund never blad her for making him feel that way.

The only person he blad was himself and Primrose found that oddly amusing.

Once she was sure Edmund wasn’t going to run away, Primrose called in Marielle and two other maids to help her change.

"This gown is absolutely stunning, Your Majesty!" Marielle clapped her hands enthusiastically as she finished buttoning the lilac gown. "It suits you so well!"

[Her Majesty is beautiful no matter what she wears, but this lilac dress truly looks amazing on her!] Marielle kept praising Primrose in her mind. [Dear God, if she wears this to a banquet, no one will be able to take their eyes off her!]

Primrose couldn’t rember when Marielle had beco so open and cheerful around her. She no longer seed awkward or afraid to say the wrong thing in her presence.

It seed like Solene’s laid-back personality had truly rubbed off on her. But Primrose didn’t mind. In fact, she liked it.

Marielle reminded her of an old friend, soone who used to squeal in excitent every ti Primrose bought a new dress, and made her feel like the most beautiful woman in the world.

"You’re right." Primrose placed her hands on her waist, then spun slowly in front of the mirror, admiring the dress from every angle.

"This dress is really beautiful," she said with a bright smile. "Maybe I should ask the boutique owner to make a few more for ."

"You definitely should!" Marielle replied with excitent. "If you want, I can ask Lady Solene to send an invitation letter to the boutique owner for you!"

"That would be lovely, Marielle," Primrose said. "But ... maybe it’s better if I just invite her to the palace next month."

She paused for a mont, letting out a soft sigh. "People might think I’m spending too much money if I buy too many dresses in the sa month."

"We can let her in through the hidden passage," Edmund’s voice suddenly cut in, startling Primrose.

Honestly, she had kind of forgotten that her husband was still in the room, silently watching her all this ti. "That way, no one will know she ca to the palace for you."

Primrose glanced at Marielle and gave her a small nod. It was a silent request to leave the room. Marielle understood instantly, and with a respectful bow, she guided the other maids out, giving the couple so privacy.

Once the door closed, Primrose turned to Edmund. "You also asked to buy these dresses in secret when we were at the boutique." She smiled teasingly. "Don’t you think that makes you sound like a corrupt king?"

"But I’m not a corrupt king and you know that." Edmund finally stood up from the chair and walked toward her.

His gaze softened as it lingered on her face. There was so much warmth in his eyes, like he was silently praising her without saying a single word.

"I’m just a husband who wants to spoil his wife," he added gently. "Is that such a terrible thing?"

In his mind, Edmund thought, [After everything she’s been through, my wife truly deserves to be spoiled.]

[Lady Solene told she sotis just lies in bed for hours, staring at the ceiling, not saying anything. She doesn’t eat. She doesn’t move.]

[She might look fine and smile so sweetly, but ... if only I could read her mind, maybe she’s been thinking about all sorts of painful things in that little head of hers.]

Did she really do that?

Primrose didn’t even realize how often she spaced out lately.

She just rembered feeling tired most of the ti. She liked staying in bed, not because she was sad, but because moving felt too heavy. Eating felt like a chore. And everything else? It just felt ... dull.

Wasn’t it normal to be a little lazy sotis?

Or maybe ... it wasn’t laziness at all.