The Mind-Reading Mate: Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me? Chapter 394: Something That She Doesn’t Understand

It was always easy to flatter soone who was full of themselves. Just a few sweet words and a sprinkle of complints were enough to make Arabella’s heart flutter with pride.

What she didn’t realize, however, was that the more she flaunted her wedding ring in front of others, the more pathetic she would look once Edmund announced that the Duke and Duchess had risked the kingdom’s food supply just to fund their lavish lifestyle.

The very ring she thought would make people admire her would soon beco the reason for her own downfall.

"Once again, thank you for inviting , Your Majesty," said Brielle as their little tea party finally ca to an end.

Arabella was still glowing from all the complints Primrose had given her. She couldn’t wait to show off her ring to everyone she passed on her way ho.

anwhile, Mirelle was happily handing out her new perfu line to all the ladies, each one packed inside a cute pink gift box.

On the other hand, Naveer was itching to et Lorelle. But since she couldn’t ntion Lorelle’s na in front of the others, she waited patiently until everyone had left.

"There’s no need to thank ." Primrose smiled softly at Brielle. "Your presence really makes feel at ease. I’ll be sure to invite you to the palace again soon, Lady Brielle."

Then she turned to the other won. "And of course, all of you as well. Maybe next ti, I’ll invite even more ladies to join us."

"That’s a wonderful idea, Your Majesty!" Mirelle said with a bright grin. "If you invite more married ladies next ti, I’ll bring so special souvenirs for everyone!"

"Lady Mirelle, how shaless!" Brielle exclaid, shocked that Mirelle dared to speak so casually to the Queen of Noctvaris. "It’s Her Majesty’s choice who she wants to invite, you can’t just ask her to invite people you like!"

"It’s alright, it’s alright." Primrose quickly waved her hands to calm them down so the pleasant atmosphere wouldn’t be ruined. "I’m not offended by Lady Mirelle’s words at all."

A mont later, Mirelle thought to herself,

[Old people always ruin young people’s fun! Shaless this, shaless that, she even took the perfu I gave her!]

[If anyone should be called shaless, it’s Lady Brielle!]

Primrose sighed inwardly. Bringing so many noblewon together in one room was always a difficult challenge.

In the past, she never thought too much about it because she couldn’t read their thoughts. But now that she could hear everything they were thinking, she had a headache throughout the entire tea party.

They smiled sweetly and said polite words, but their thoughts often betrayed them.

However, Primrose could understand it. Society—whether people realized it or not—had always pitted won against each other.

Whether it was to catch the attention of a rich nobleman or to prove they were prettier or better than another lady, it had always been like this since she was young, and sadly, nothing had changed.

"Very well, Your Majesty," Brielle said, clearing her throat as she realized she had also been rude in front of the Queen of Noctvaris. "I was just a bit worried that Lady Mirelle might offend you."

She turned to Mirelle and said sincerely, "I’m truly sorry for yelling at you earlier, Lady Mirelle. I guess I was just a bit surprised because of our generation gap."

To Primrose’s surprise, Brielle was quick to admit her mistake, sothing rare among older noblewon.

Mirelle, on the other hand, wasn’t the type to hold grudges unless soone had done sothing unforgivable. So she imdiately accepted Brielle’s apology. "That’s alright, Lady Brielle. I was being a bit rude myself."

Primrose couldn’t help but smile. It was almost shocking how quickly the two of them had made peace.

"Since the sun is about to set," she said warmly, "I suppose it’s ti to say goodbye. Thank you all for coming and making my little tea party so lively today."

The ladies finally left one by one, their voices fading down the hallway.

However, before Mirelle left, she handed Primrose another gift bag, this one was even bigger than the perfu box.

"A little sothing extra for Your Majesty," she said with a playful wink before curtsying and walking away.

Primrose looked down, eyeing the suspiciously large gift box in her hand. She felt the urge to open it but, at the sa ti, didn’t really want to know what Mirelle had put inside.

"Your Majesty."

Primrose flinched slightly when she realized that Naveer was still in the room with her.

"It’s been a long ti since I last ca to the palace to check on Lady Lorelle," Naveer finally said, her voice calm but firm. "The thing is, I also have many other matters to attend to, so I can’t stay in Noctvaris forever waiting for an uncertain answer."

[Lady Lorelle’s case is very rare, and I would be more than happy to handle it myself.] Naveer thought to herself.

[However, she’s starting to frustrate ! Why hasn’t she given an answer yet? Does she think I’m not busy? If I had known she’d stay silent for more than two weeks, I would’ve gone to another kingdom first!]

Honestly, Naveer’s frustration was understandable. After all, Primrose would’ve been just as annoyed if soone had kept her waiting for a clear answer, especially when it was that person who needed her help.

"Lady Naveer, the ritual is an important matter," Primrose finally said, trying to calm her down. "Lady Lorelle must be taking her ti to think it through carefully. But I understand how you feel as well. How about I encourage her to give you an answer today? I can’t promise I’ll get one, but I’ll do my best."

"Therefore, if you don’t mind, could you wait here for a little while?" Primrose asked gently. "I’ll co back to you after I’ve spoken with Lady Lorelle."

Naveer nodded, though her expression remained tense. "Of course, Your Majesty. I’ll wait here."

• • •

"Lorelle, you can’t keep acting like this."

Primrose could faintly hear Leofric’s voice coming from inside Lorelle’s room. He was probably trying to encourage Lorelle to give her answer today, especially since he knew that Naveer had co to the palace.

"I’ve already found a suitable body for you," Leofric said. "She has the sa birth date as you, the sa bloodline, and even similar physical features. She’s dying right now, so I know her life won’t last much longer."

If that woman was suffering from an illness that could actually be cured with magic or expensive dicine, then Lorelle would surely survive once her soul was transferred into that body.

However, it all sounded terribly unfair.

They knew how to heal that woman, but chose not to because they wanted her to beco Lorelle’s vessel instead.

That was what always made Lorelle hesitate. After all, she wasn’t a cruel person, and the idea of letting soone else die just so she could take their body was sothing she couldn’t bring herself to accept.

"Forget it," Lorelle said quietly. "Just let die peacefully."

Primrose’s hand froze on the doorknob when she heard those words. Her heart tightened as silence filled the room beyond the door.

"You’re being unreasonable," Leofric said . "Do you have any idea how much effort I have put into preparing this ritual? Do you think it’s easy to find a body that matches yours so perfectly?"

"I never asked you to," Lorelle replied softly. "I’m grateful for what you’ve done, but I can’t take soone else’s life just to save my own." She added quietly, "Besides, isn’t this easier for you? To just let die? You won’t have to be burdened anymore by a love you can’t return."

"If you let die, it would be the sa as freeing yourself from the shackle around your neck," Lorelle continued, her voice trembling.

Primrose slowly lowered her hand from the doorknob, waiting for them to finish their conversation.

"Lorelle ...." Leofric sighed heavily. "You just don’t understand."

"Then make understand!" Lorelle suddenly raised her voice, anger and pain lacing every word. "You told you didn’t want a mortal as your mate, but you kept giving so much attention and making fall for you again! What the hell do you actually want, Leofric?!"

Leofric went silent for a mont before finally speaking, his tone low and strained. "I was only trying to protect you. But you ... you keep falling in love with ."

He paused, his voice softening almost painfully. "Lorelle ... this isn’t love."

Lorelle gritted her teeth, completely unable to understand why this pathetic man kept trying to hurt her. "THEN WHAT IS IT, LEOFRIC?! WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?!"

"IT’S A CURSE!" Leofric shouted back.

Maybe it was the first ti Primrose had ever heard Leofric raise his voice at Lorelle.

Even so, there wasn’t a trace of malice in his tone. Instead, it sounded heartbreakingly painful, like a man drowning in his own desperation.

"The thing you believe is a bond ...," Leofric paused for a mont before continuing, "It’s just a curse, nothing more than that."