The Mind-Reading Mate: Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me? Chapter 482: When the Ring Fell Silent

"It’s alright, Your Majesty," Averon said with a smile as he stood up. "Your knight told that you’re sick." He walked a little closer. "Was it because you drank too much at the banquet?" he asked lightly. "I heard you left the palace early."

Primrose was still smiling, but she had actually beco more alert than before.

First, she had already told Bianca—the Queen of Azria—yesterday that she wasn’t feeling well and had to go ho early. Edmund had also told Averon about it, so there was no reason for the King of Azria to question her again.

Second of all, she hadn’t touched any alcohol at the banquet. It was because of her pregnancy and for her own safety.

But putting those things aside for a mont, Primrose had just realized sothing far more important: she couldn’t hear Averon’s thoughts.

It was such a bizarre situation, because at the banquet, Averon had so many thoughts running through his mind, whether comnting on so noblewon’s clothes or giving bad remarks about lower-ranking nobles.

There had always been sothing. So why was it silent now?

No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t sense anything. It was like an invisible wall was standing between her magic and his mind.

If that was the case, then there was also a possibility that her mind-control ability wouldn’t work on him.

"I didn’t feel well last night, so I decided to go ho early," Primrose finally said. Her voice was calm, even though her heart was beating fast.

She forced herself to act normal because she couldn’t afford to make him suspicious.

She unconsciously twisted the ring on her finger, as if asking her husband to co ho imdiately. However, after a burst of magical energy rose from within her, Primrose beca more sensitive to the magic around her.

And she swore to any God who might be listening that her ring felt empty. She even closed her eyes for a few seconds, hoping she could see Edmund through his wedding ring, but nothing happened.

She saw nothing, not because Edmund had covered his ring again, but because their rings had lost contact with each other. She didn’t know why it happened, but she was sure that Edmund must have noticed it.

Unless... sothing terrible had gone wrong.

"What brings you here, Your Majesty?" Primrose walked carefully toward the couch in front of the person wearing Averon’s face.

She placed her fan on her lap, along with sothing Edmund had given her last night, a gift he said could protect her in case a bad person approached her while he wasn’t by her side.

"I just wanted to see your beautiful face," Averon said with a smile. "Is that not allowed?"

Primrose laughed lightly, as if she wasn’t bothered.

"Both of us are married," she replied gently. "So I don’t think it’s right to say things like that so casually. I don’t want to hurt our spouses’ hearts."

"No one will get hurt if no one knows about our affair," he said calmly.

He was such a flirtatious man, just like Averon. However, Averon wouldn’t say sothing like that so openly, especially inside the Duke’s manor, the house of the man who had once rejected his proposal outright.

Besides, there was a phrase that made Primrose imdiately realize that sothing was truly wrong with this situation.

’No one knows about our affair.’

It might have sounded like casual words usually said by cheaters, but to Primrose, it sounded planned, like he was sure no one could see them and like he had made sure Edmund wouldn’t be able to see them here.

"You look... nervous." The fake Averon reached out, wanting to grab Primrose’s arm, but she imdiately leaned back to avoid him.

"I’m fine," she said politely. "I’m just feeling a little tired since I’m not in my best condition today, Your Majesty."

[This king is very suspicious,] Solene thought. [I should have tried harder to send him away earlier. Her Majesty even looks so uncomfortable.]

"Your Majesty," Solene said firmly, stepping forward, "as I said before, Her Majesty is truly unwell. She needs to rest imdiately."

She bowed slightly. "Please forgive if I sound rude, but it would be better to postpone this eting. Perhaps you can speak with His Majesty, the King of Noctvaris, after he returns."

Averon let out a soft sigh. Seeing this, Solene thought he was finally going to leave. But instead, he suddenly said, "I want to talk to the Queen, not her dog."

Both Primrose and Solene froze. Their eyes widened in shock because they never expected Averon to insult Edmund so openly.

"Your Majesty!" Primrose slamd her hand on the table. Her voice shook with anger. "You have to respect my husband!"

For a mont, she had to force herself to breathe. She knew very well that getting angry at soone dangerous would only bring more trouble. Still, she couldn’t stay silent.

At least, his words had made Primrose completely sure that this man was the fake Averon. The real King of Azria might look down on beastkin, but he would never dare insult the King of Noctvaris so boldly.

So... who was this man?

"Why should I?" he replied coldly. His gentle tone vanished, replaced by sothing cold. "A dog will always be a dog. A dirty creature that keeps stealing what belongs to ."

Solene was about to step closer to him, but Primrose imdiately grabbed her hand. She didn’t want anything terrible to happen to Solene.

This man was dangerous, and Primrose could feel it in her bones.

From the mont she entered this room, sothing had felt wrong. Now she understood why.

This was a trap.

He had planned everything from the start. From the mont he arrived at the manor, he had been trapping her and everyone inside it.

That was why, even if Primrose had never entered this room, she still would have fallen into his trap.

"My husband didn’t steal anything," Primrose said firmly, even though her hands were shaking slightly. "He is not a thief."

"Oh, he is." The man leaned forward lazily, resting his chin on his hand. A strange smile appeared on his lips. "Whether in the past or now," he said softly, "he has always been stealing my precious daughter away from ."