The Mind-Reading Mate: Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me? Chapter 402: The Warmth Between Storms

"Husband, the blizzard is really bad," said Primrose as she peeked outside through the window.

She couldn’t even see the sunlight even though it was still dayti. That was because the dark clouds had completely covered the sky, and the only thing visible outside was the endless snowstorm, even though three days had already passed.

"Back then, I always felt a little down every ti I went through the Winter Retreat," Primrose said with a soft sigh. "Blizzards are honestly quite scary."

Especially when she had to stay alone in her room, with the sound of the wind howling outside. She had always been afraid of storms, and snowstorms were no different.

"Don’t look outside for too long," Edmund said gently as he ca up behind her. He pulled the curtains shut so she wouldn’t have to see the storm anymore. "You’re right. The blizzard does look frightening." He added in a quiet voice, "I’m sorry for leaving you alone back then."

Primrose imdiately turned around and hugged him tightly. "It doesn’t matter anymore. After all, we finally get to spend ti together until the storm passes."

In the past, she used to wish the blizzard would end quickly. But now that she was spending it with her husband, she secretly hoped it would last just a little longer.

Edmund smiled and lifted her off the ground, making her laugh softly. "So, what should we do today?" he asked. "Do you want to read sothing together?"

In truth, Primrose thought they would spend the Winter Retreat having a lot of sex because, let’s be honest, how could a couple possibly resist touching each other when they were locked inside the sa room for days?

However, now that she was two months pregnant, she had begun to experience morning sickness. It wasn’t too severe and only ca occasionally thanks to Edmund’s saliva, but still, it affected her life quite a bit.

Her stomach sotis felt heavy and bloated, and she just didn’t have the energy or mood for intimacy. She felt a little guilty for her husband’s sake and for her own hidden longing, but what could she do? She couldn’t just force her body to feel fine.

"How about ... we try finding a na for our baby?" Primrose suggested softly after Edmund set her down on the couch near the fireplace. "I asked Marielle to buy a baby na book before. It should be on the shelf."

Edmund went to grab the book she ntioned and sat beside her. "Ten thousand baby nas?" he said with a small laugh. "Won’t that make it even harder to choose?"

"Well, we have plenty of ti, right?" Primrose smiled.

Edmund chuckled and pulled her gently closer. "Alright, let’s read them one by one." He let her lean against his arm, wrapping a blanket around her shoulders before opening the book.

He started reading aloud—first the boy nas, then the girl nas—but after a while, Primrose still wasn’t satisfied.

"I don’t know ... none of these nas sound right for our baby." Primrose pouted. "You know what I an? It’s like standing in front of a table full of cakes, but none of them are the one I want, so I don’t feel like eating any."

Edmund honestly didn’t think too deeply about their baby’s na. To him, a na was just a na, sothing used to call soone, like how he nad his horse Dante.

"Husband!" Primrose lightly smacked his arm. "You can’t compare our baby to your greedy horse! A na isn’t just a na, but it carries a parent’s hope too."

Just like her own: Primrose Vielle Illvaris. Her father once told her that it ant "The first bloom who carries the harmony of the past."

"In other words, he told it ant I was a new hope that grows and carries on my mother’s legacy," she explained softly, wanting Edmund to understand how important nas could be.

"Oh ..." Edmund murmured, rubbing the back of his neck. "I don’t even know what my na ans. Actually ... my current na is not my birth na."

"What?" Primrose’s eyes widened in surprise. "I didn’t know that! Then, what was your birth na?"

"My na was ... Blue."

Primrose’s forehead wrinkled in disbelief. "Blue? That’s it?"

"Yes," Edmund said quickly, avoiding her gaze. "That’s it."

Primrose’s brows furrowed in disbelief. Blue? Why on earth would his parents na him that? Don’t tell her they chose it just because his eyes were blue.

Oh, for heaven’s sake, they probably did!

"My forr tribe didn’t have surnas," Edmund explained. "We usually only had one na. Maybe that’s why mine was so simple."

Even so, his parents could’ve chosen sothing more aningful instead of giving him a na that sounded like one ant for a pet dog.

Primrose grew even more annoyed at his parents, and more relieved each ti she rembered they were already dead.

"Then who gave you your current na?" Primrose asked softly. "Your na sounds so beautiful. I an it."

Edmund Osbert Varnha.

She wasn’t exaggerating, it truly was a beautiful na. If she hadn’t known the truth, she would’ve thought his parents had put real thought and love into choosing it.

"There was a kind old woman who took in after I ran away from my tribe," Edmund said softly, pulling her closer, as if her warmth could soothe the ache in his heart. "She was human, and even though she didn’t know who I was, she gave warm als and let stay with her for a while."

Primrose smiled sadly, listening to every word.

"But she was already sick," Edmund continued in a low voice. "She passed away just three months after I started living there."

The neighbors, who knew that a beast was living in the old woman’s house, thought Edmund was the reason for her death. Because of that misunderstanding, they tried to burn him alive.

"But I managed to run away," Edmund said quietly. "Then again ... and again ... until, eventually, I was caught and sold as a slave."

Primrose knew that Edmund’s past was nothing close to sunshine and rainbows, but every ti she learned sothing new about what he’d been through, it still broke her heart all over again.

How could soone have so much bad luck in their life? Why would God be so cruel to him? What did Edmund ever do wrong?

"But don’t worry," Edmund added with a faint smile. "They never put a slave seal on . So, I wasn’t that pitiful."

It was still pitiful!

Even without the seal, they had chained a silver collar around his neck so he couldn’t move freely, and back then, he’d been too young to control his lycan side, sotis it was too strong, sotis too weak.

"My wife, why are you crying?" Edmund asked suddenly, panic flashing across his face when he saw tears welling in her eyes.

"How could I not cry?" Primrose’s voice trembled as she wiped her tears. "The world was so cruel to you. You didn’t deserve any of that."

Edmund gently cupped her face, his thumb brushing away the tears on her cheeks. "But the world also gave you," he said softly. "And for that, I’ll always be grateful. I’m sorry ... I shouldn’t have brought up sothing so heavy right now."

Maybe it was the blizzard. There was sothing about the endless snow and the cold that made people rember things they’d rather forget.

Just a few monts ago, they’d been talking about baby nas. Now, the warmth in the room had turned into a heavy silence filled with unspoken pain.

"Even if your parents never gave you a aningful na, and that kind old lady never told you what your new na ant," Primrose whispered, squeezing his hands tightly, "at least we can make sure our child will have one."

"You’re right." Edmund returned her grip, holding her hands even tighter. "Then let’s give our child a na that carries all the love and hope we never had."

Primrose smiled and said, "Maybe ... we should wait until our baby is born." She gently stroked her stomach. The baby bump wasn’t very visible yet, but there was a small curve starting to show. "Maybe once we see them with our own eyes, we’ll just know which na feels right."

Edmund nodded, then gently pulled his wife onto his lap so they could be as close as possible.

The blizzard lasted for nearly two weeks, and during that ti, they never once stepped outside their room. In the final days of the winter retreat, they finally shared sothing intimate, but most of the days were spent simply holding each other close, trading kisses, laughter, and warmth beneath the blankets.

Even so, Primrose didn’t really want the winter retreat to end. Those days of quiet togetherness felt like a dream she never wanted to wake up from.

Therefore, when the blizzard finally stopped and the sunlight began to lt the snow outside, allowing them to step out of their room without shivering, she couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed ... and a little sad that their peaceful cocoon had co to an end.