The Mind-Reading Mate: Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me? Chapter 283: My Husband Was Really Poor

Primrose’s face dropped. "Oh," she murmured, pausing for a mont before forcing a small smile. "That’s alright."

Edmund held his breath. The look on her face hit him like a punch to the gut. He couldn’t bear to ask her to keep walking anymore. Instead, he gently led her toward a nearby bench in the garden.

"Let’s take a break for a bit," he said, helping her sit down carefully before taking a seat beside her. "Besides ... I also want to give you sothing."

Primrose tilted her head, wondering what kind of surprise did Edmund want to give her.

Unfortunately, she couldn’t peek into his thoughts like she usually could. His wolf, for so reason, was purposely blocking her.

She was still wondering how his wolf could block her ability so effortlessly like that, especially when Primrose was able to hear everyone’s thoughts without resistance, even those of the strongest soldiers.

Edmund’s wolf had once explained that the reason he could filter his thoughts in the first place was because he sensed a foreign magic trying to enter his mind.

At first, his wolf wanted to tell Edmund about it, but when he realized it was Primrose’s ability, he decided to hide it until he found the right mont to reveal everything.

No matter how she looked at it, his wolf clearly played an important role in their married life. That’s why Primrose didn’t have the heart to feel upset whenever his wolf deliberately hid Edmund’s thoughts from her.

"What is it?" Primrose asked, guessing that maybe Edmund had finally finished knitting her glove that Dante had eaten.

To her surprise, her guess was correct.

Edmund reached into his pocket and pulled out a pair of gloves, then held them out to her. They looked exactly like the ones she’d lost. It had the sa shape, sa color, and they looked like they’d fit her perfectly.

"I’m sorry it took a while to knit them," Edmund said with an apologetic tone. "I’ve been so busy lately."

Primrose eagerly took the gloves, smiling. "Why are you apologizing? It doesn’t matter when you finished them. What matters is that you kept your promise. Thank you, husband. These gloves are really beautiful and look exactly like mine." She paused, then added with wide eyes, "I honestly didn’t expect you to know how to knit."

Edmund replied softly, "Back then, I couldn’t afford to buy new clothes all the ti, so I decided to learn how to sew to fix my damaged clothes." He looked off into the distance, then continued, "And to save even more money, I learned to knit too, so I could make blankets and winter coats."

Primrose’s smile froze on her face. She didn’t know what to say because a part of her wanted to comfort him, but another part was afraid she’d say the wrong thing and accidentally hurt his feelings.

After all, she had never lived a life like that.

Ever since she was little, all she had to do was point at sothing she wanted, and her father would give it to her without hesitation.

That’s why, whenever soone talked to her about their financial struggles, she preferred to stay quiet and just listen rather than say sothing unnecessary.

But her husband was rich now, so he wasn’t saying those things to complain. He was simply sharing a piece of his past, so maybe he wouldn’t be that sensitive about it.

"I-I’m sorry," Primrose said, biting her lower lip. Even though she knew Edmund wasn’t soone who got offended easily, she still didn’t want to make him feel sad. "You must’ve suffered a lot back then."

What kind of question was that? Of course he had suffered!

She quietly hissed to herself and quickly corrected her words. "I an ... I’m glad you made it through."

That didn’t sound much better either.

Actually, everything she said sounded awkward. Maybe that’s just how it was—whenever soone who’d never experienced hardship tried to talk about it, their words always ca out wrong.

"That’s alright," Edmund said with a soft chuckle. "It’s all in the past now. I can buy as many clothes as I want these days, but I’m happy I learned how to knit. At least now I get to use it to make you happy."

Primrose felt like she just had a mini heart attack. She still couldn’t understand how her husband could say so many sweet things without even realizing it.

[My wife is smiling! I think she likes the gloves I made! Now it’s ti to give her the second gif—OH NO, SHE CAN HEAR !]

Primrose raised one brow. "You want to give sothing else?"

She didn’t even give him a chance to process the fact that he’d accidentally revealed his own plan out loud.

Honestly, after the past two days, she had gotten used to seeing her husband get frustrated with himself for occasionally forgetting that his wife could hear his thoughts.

That’s why she no longer responded to his dramatic inner monologues.

Edmund cleared his throat, trying to act calm. "This ... isn’t sothing new, but it’ll be useful for both of us."

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small ring box. Inside were their wedding rings. They looked exactly the sa as they did two days ago.

However, she noticed that the gems looked brighter than before, and when the sunlight hit them, the colors beca even more vibrant.

"I’ve put our blood into the rings," Edmund explained as he gently slipped her ring onto her finger. "My blood is inside yours, and your blood is inside mine."

Edmund didn’t need any spells to activate the spy magic on her ring, but because her blood was different from his, he had to perform a small ritual last night so that Primrose could also use the ring to watch over him.

"With this ring, you’ll be able to see even from far away," Edmund explained as he slid his ring onto his own finger. "But first, you’ll need to do sothing to activate the magic."

Primrose’s eyes sparkled with excitent. She leaned closer, smiling from ear to ear. "What do I have to do?" she asked eagerly. "Tell . Quickly."

Edmund took her hand, lifted it gently, and brought the ring to her lips. "You have to kiss your ring three tis," he whispered. "Then close your eyes and say you want to see ."