The Mind-Reading Mate: Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me? Chapter 45: The Poison Tester’s Deathwish

Primrose had no idea why this skunk—no, wait, was he a honey badger?—couldn’t just keep his mouth shut if he didn’t even know what he was talking about.

Because of his careless words, Edmund nearly threw the wooden table in front of them straight at Salem if Primrose hadn’t quickly grabbed his arm.

"Your Majesty, that’s not what he ant!" Primrose shouted, holding onto him tightly, using all her strength to stop him from lunging at Salem.

anwhile, Salem had already jumped and was now hiding behind the couch with a confused frown. [Why is he mad at ? Did I say sothing wrong?]

Excuse ?! How did he still have the audacity to question Edmund’s anger after that?

Who in their right mind would say out loud that they wanted the Queen to pay them with her body in front of the Lycan King?!

Exactly. Only Salem. Only he would be crazy enough to say sothing like that out loud.

"Then explain what exactly he ant by that," Edmund said coldly, his eyes narrowing at Salem.

The look in his eyes was so sharp, Primrose honestly thought it might be enough to slice Salem into pieces right then and there.

Primrose had to stand up just to keep Edmund from moving. Then she quickly explained, "It really doesn’t an anything bad! Sir Vesper only wants to take a bit of my blood, hair, and nails—"

"Your blood?!" This ti, Edmund finally stood up from the couch. He even reached for a decorative sword hanging on the wall, but Primrose held onto his arm tightly.

"Calm down for a second, Your Majesty!" she shouted.

Edmund froze completely the mont he heard his wife raise her voice. He looked down and saw Primrose’s chest rising and falling quickly as she tried to catch her breath after yelling too hard.

[My wife just yelled at !]

[What if she faints from shouting too loudly?!]

Instead of getting mad after being yelled at by his wife, the foolish Lycan King just felt guilty—guilty for making her throat hurt from shouting too hard.

Edmund took a deep breath, then slowly sat back down on the couch. His hands were twitching a little, like he was fighting the urge to grab the sword on the wall and slice Salem’s head off right then and there.

"Alright," Primrose let out a sigh of relief. "Let explain the deal I made with Sir Vesper first."

She carefully explained everything to Edmund, taking her ti so he could fully understand. Slowly, the dangerous look on his face faded, and he finally seed to calm down.

"He just needs a few drops of my blood ... really, just a few," Primrose said gently, brushing her hand along his arm to keep him calm. "Sir Vesper is trying to do sothing good. He’s working on an antidote that could help humans if they ever get poisoned."

"And his research will help too," she added softly, hoping to ease his worry. "Just think about this ... if sothing bad ever happens to , if I ever get poisoned by soone, Salem might be able to save with his antidote."

[She’s right,] Edmund thought.

[If anything ever happens to her, that antidote could save her life.]

[But ... what if it hurts when he takes her blood?]

What pain? His own bite on her skin probably hurt more than a tiny prick on her finger.

"I understand," Edmund finally said. Thankfully, he didn’t say any of those thoughts out loud, making the situation much easier to handle.

"But Sir Vesper," Edmund said, lowering his voice as he stared at Salem with those cold, sharp eyes, "if you ever do anything bad to my wife, or even think about hurting her, there won’t be a second chance."

He wasn’t the type to bluff. If Edmund said there would be no second chance, then that was exactly what he ant.

At least, that was what Primrose had heard from the palace maids in her first life.

They used to say that Edmund never forgave anyone who crossed the line.

And now, Primrose couldn’t help but wonder—what did Edmund do in her past life when he found out his wife had been poisoned?

Did he lose control and kill every doctor, every maid, every cook who had touched her food?

But in the end ... out of everyone, he was the one who should’ve taken the most responsibility.

If only she had been able to see what happened after her death ... she would’ve watched it.

Not because she wanted to see him suffer, but because ... she just wanted to know the truth.

"I understand, Your Majesty," Salem finally said, slowly sitting back down.

He was smart enough not to argue with soone so much stronger than him or maybe ... Edmund was just too attractive for him to fight with.

"I promise, Her Majesty won’t feel any pain when I take her blood," Salem promised.

The whole eting felt a bit suffocating, especially with Edmund constantly on edge, like he might snap at any mont as he thought Salem would drain all of Primrose’s blood.

To ease the mood, Primrose decided to step in and use a little charm.

"Your Majesty, please don’t be too cold to him," she said softly, placing her hand on top of his. "After all, he’s going to help identify poisons and create a powerful antidote which will be useful for ."

When Edmund heard the soft tone in his wife’s voice, his gaze slowly softened too. His whole attitude toward Salem changed completely, like flipping a coin.

"I’ll trust you with my wife’s safety, Sir Vesper," Edmund said at last.

Salem frowned, glancing at Primrose, who was quietly smiling beside Edmund with a sly little grin. [The Queen ... she’s actually pretty cunning,] he thought.

[She’s using her charm to get His Majesty to listen to her. But is that really wrong? I don’t think so.]

[If a woman uses her charm and the man falls for it, it’s his own fault for having a weak heart.]

Salem sighed in his mind. [So the Queen isn’t as sweet and innocent as she looks, huh?]

Then, as if she wanted him to know that she could read his thoughts, Primrose turned her eyes slightly toward him and lifted the corner of her mouth—a tiny smile that looked more like a warning than anything else. ’Don’t even think about crossing .’

Salem got the ssage loud and clear. [Yeah ... I should be really careful not to end up on her bad side.]