The Mind-Reading Mate: Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me? Chapter 272: My Husband Knows Too Much

"Why are you stopping from seeing my wife?!" Edmund’s voice roared from behind the door. "Move, or I swear I’ll throw you out of the palace myself!"

Primrose hadn’t expected Edmund to return to the palace so soon. She thought he’d be back in the late afternoon or maybe even at night, at least after making sure there were no more threats around the palace.

However, her thoughts imdiately scattered when she saw the sky outside the window had already turned red.

How was that possible?

Hadn’t she only been in that mory for a little while? Raven had told her that ti moved faster in mories compared to the real world.

Sensing Primrose’s confusion, Raven imdiately said, "Ti in a mory does feel faster, Your Majesty, but that doesn’t an it only lasted a few minutes in the real world."

In truth, Primrose had been gone long enough for the afternoon to fade into early evening. It made sense. But her thoughts were no longer on ti.

She wanted to ask more about it, but her mind couldn’t focus on anything else except the image of her husband’s face, kneeling at her grave with a look of devastation carved into his face.

The sorrow still clung to her chest like a weight she couldn’t shake, squeezing tighter and tighter until it was hard to breathe.

"Let in!" she heard Edmund’s voice yelling from just outside her room.

Even though Callen had tried to stop him from entering, preventing the Lycan King from doing anything was simply impossible.

Edmund forcibly opened the door and shoved Callen aside. Normally, he would have respected Primrose’s wish to be left alone for a while, but today was different.

He had just witnessed his wife poison soone without telling him anything beforehand.

It was understandable that he felt angry, but also deeply worried and afraid that she might have been affected by the incident as well.

"You may leave, Lady Raven," Primrose said the mont she locked eyes with Edmund. "Thank you for today."

Raven didn’t say a word. She simply gave a deep bow before walking out of the room and slowly closing the door behind her, leaving Primrose and Edmund alone.

"Primrose." Edmund’s voice was firr than usual, laced with emotion he hadn’t decided how to express yet, whether it was anger, fear, or concern.

His hair was tousled, his clothes a little out of place. He must have run straight back to the palace after eliminating the rogue werewolves that had been roaming the palace territory.

He took a deep breath and said, "You told you only wanted to have a casual conversation with Dr. Silas, but—"

"Husband ..." Primrose, no longer able to contain her emotions, suddenly burst into tears, cutting off whatever Edmund had been about to say. "I’m sorry."

Edmund froze.

He didn’t know the real reason she was crying, so he froze in place, his mind running wild as he tried to figure out what he had done to upset her this much.

[Was ... was I too harsh with her?] he scolded himself inwardly. [Damn it! I should’ve known better than to raise my voice or try to get angry with her!]

Primrose didn’t even have the strength to explain why she was crying so hard. She truly had no energy left to do anything but cry until her eyes burned from the pain.

She reached out for him, silently pleading for him to hug her right here, right now.

Without another thought, Edmund quickly crossed the room and pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly.

"W-what’s wrong?" he whispered, dropping to his knees so he could hug her more comfortably.

"Was I too harsh? I—I’m sorry ... I truly didn’t an to scold you, I just—"

"It’s not like that," Primrose cut him off. She wrapped her arms around his neck, leaning into him so much she nearly fell from her wheelchair. "I’ll explain everything later, but ... can we just hug for a while?" she whispered, her voice trembling. "I really need it."

After watching Edmund cry and being unable to hold her, Primrose truly wanted to bury herself in his embrace.

She wanted to make sure her husband knew she was there, and that she was still alive. That she hadn’t gone anywhere. That she could still hold him, cry in his arms, and feel his warmth.

On the other hand, Edmund didn’t understand why his wife was acting that way. Still, he tightened his arms around her, holding her as if she were the most precious thing in the world.

"It’s alright," Edmund whispered beside her ear, gently stroking her hair and softly patting her back. "You’re safe with ."

After a while, Edmund finally decided to carry Primrose to the bed because he was worried her body would grow sore if she kept leaning forward like that for too long.

He gently lifted her into his arms, carefully making sure he didn’t touch her legs carelessly.

Once he sat down on the bed, he let Primrose rest on his lap, her head pressed against his chest. His hand moved in slow, comforting circles on her back, trying to calm the storm in her heart.

Primrose didn’t say anything for a long ti. She simply listened to the sound of his heartbeat, sothing that grounded her after everything she had just witnessed.

If only she could have held Edmund in that other tiline too... maybe he wouldn’t have looked so desperate.

Unfortunately, she couldn’t change what had already happened in the past. The only thing she could do now was make sure that the Edmund in this tiline never had to go through the sa thing again.

Primrose slowly lifted her head from his chest, her eyes still puffy from crying. "Edmund," she whispered, her voice raspy but steadier than before.

He imdiately looked down at her, brushing the traces of tears from her face. "Yes?"

"I’m sorry," she said in a voice so soft it almost broke.

Edmund furrowed his brows, clearly confused. "Why are you apologizing? You didn’t do anything wrong."

"I lied to you." She clutched the fabric of his shirt tighter, her fingers trembling as she lowered her gaze, unable to et his eyes. "About Silas. About the poison. I told you it was just a casual conversation, but it wasn’t."

Edmund didn’t respond right away. He just kept looking at her, thinking, [Was she crying because she lied to ? But ... that doesn’t seem like the main reason. She cried too hard. Besides, this isn’t the first ti she’s done sothing behind my back.]

Primrose’s eyes widened slightly when she heard his last sentence. Just how much did her husband know but never say out loud?

Did ... did he also know she was the one who led Leah into his room back then?

Did he know that Primrose often faked her emotions in front of him just to gain his pity?

If he knew all of that, then why ... why would he still love her?

"I ... I’m such a bad wife, aren’t I?" Primrose whispered, her voice breaking at the end.

Her words sliced through the silence like a knife, and Edmund’s heart clenched painfully at the sound of her despair.

"No," he said firmly, cupping her face with both hands. "Don’t ever say that."

Primrose shook her head weakly, biting her lip. "But ... I’ve lied to you so many tis. I ... I even did things just to make you feel bad for ."

"I know," Edmund replied softly. "But I still love you."

Primrose’s eyes widened again, and she lifted her face to look at him. "I ... I was the one who told Leah you wanted to see her!"

Edmund nodded. "I know that," he said. "But I also know she spread terrible rumors about you throughout the palace."

The more Primrose heard, the more speechless she beca.

How could he know so much and yet never bring it up?

"I don’t have a heart condition!" Primrose suddenly shouted. "I’m not going to die just because you raise your voice at !"

"I still think that’s a good enough reason not to shout at you," Edmund replied calmly. "You’re too precious."

When did he find that out?! Sotis he still acted like he believed he nearly gave her a heart attack every ti he spoke too loudly!

Was that all just an act too?

"I also stole your diary!"

This ti, Edmund finally showed an expression other than calm. He furrowed his brow and scread internally, [So that’s where my diary went?! Fuck! Did I write anything bad about her?!]

[Was that the bad diary or the good one?!]

He had a bad diary?! Just how bad were the things he had written in there?

"I ... didn’t know about that," Edmund cleared his throat, avoiding his wife’s gaze for a mont. "Which diary did you steal?"

Primrose blinked several tis before saying, "Just ... the one where you expressed your guilt for making marry you for political reasons."

Edmund let out a sigh of relief, thinking, [What a relief ...]

What on earth did he write in the bad one?!