The Mind-Reading Mate: Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me? Chapter 49: The King’s Horny Thoughts

Primrose was caught off guard for a mont because he had actually managed to say sothing nice for once.

It seed like the right atmosphere really did help him express himself better.

Whenever he wasn’t under pressure to make her happy, he could actually speak his mind clearly. In fact, for the first ti, she didn’t even need to read his thoughts to understand what he ant.

So ... the key to better communication was making sure her husband wasn’t constantly stressed?

Well, she could do that as long as he didn’t stress her out as well.

"If you enjoy this place that much, maybe ... we can have another al here soti." Primrose smiled warmly as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "Would you like that, Your Majesty?"

"I would."

Edmund fell silent for a mont, but his mind was clearly busy with sothing else.

[I don’t like the way she addressed .]

Primrose frowned slightly. What?

Hadn’t she been polite enough?

She always used his proper title. Even in her thoughts, she still called him the Lycan King instead of that bastard Edmund.

anwhile, he had no problem calling her by na—or worse, my wife—without ever using her formal title.

[I like it better when she calls my na.]

Oh ... she hadn’t thought about that.

The only tis she had ever said his na were ... when she was about to be killed by an assassin and... in bed.

[Will she say my na again if we have sex?]

[NO! CONTROL YOURSELF, YOU BEAST!]

[How dare you have dirty thoughts about your wife when she’s just trying to take you on a pure, romantic date?!]

[But ... but it’s been so long since I last touched her ...]

Primrose’s smile froze.

Too long?

What did he an by too long?! Their first night had literally been just last week!

So her husband was actually an ultimate pervert, but at least he wasn’t acting like a wild animal who would force himself on his mate.

Forget about forcing her, he hadn’t even asked for anything. He just sat there silently, like a well-behaved dog.

But his thoughts?

Well, those were a completely different story.

[Her lips look so plump and red. I wonder if they taste like the strawberry she’s eating.]

Primrose had just taken a bite of her strawberry shortcake when she heard that.

She sighed inwardly.

Was she eating too seductively or sothing?

No ... probably not.

All she did was take a spoonful of cake and lick a bit of cream off her lips.

[Fuck. Why does she have to look so damn beautiful and sensual doing that?]

[What would it feel like if that tongue was on ?]

Primrose imdiately rose from her seat, her face turning as red as a boiled crab.

She clenched her fists tightly, took a deep breath, and lifted her head. "Your Majesty, I’m full. Would it be alright if I leave now?"

[What?! She wants to leave already?!]

[She hasn’t even finished her dessert!]

[Did I make her uncomfortable? Or was the food not good?]

Edmund hadn’t made Primrose uncomfortable, but his shaless thoughts definitely did.

If she stayed any longer, she might actually let him kiss her right then and there.

This was supposed to be a calm, romantic breakfast, a chance to enjoy the scenery and have a sweet little mont together—wait.

Romantic? Cute mont?

Since when did Primrose start thinking of this as a date as well?!

"Are you uncomfortable eating here?" Edmund asked, watching her closely. "We can go sowhere else ... maybe sowhere warr."

Your Majesty, please have so dignity!

You sound like a desperate husband!

Primrose kept her composure and shook her head lightly. "There’s nothing wrong, Your Majesty. I just planned to finish a book I haven’t completed after breakfast. Don’t you have work waiting for you?"

[I do have a lot of work sitting on my desk. But how could I possibly choose work over staring at my pretty wife?]

The corner of Primrose’s mouth twitched.

Spending more ti with Edmund wasn’t the issue. But if she stayed here any longer, listening to his unfiltered thoughts, she might end up horny instead of full from breakfast.

Honestly, it wasn’t like he was doing anything wrong. At the end of the day, his thoughts were harmless as long as he didn’t say them out loud.

"May I see you again at dinner?" Edmund asked.

They had never had dinner together before. Edmund was usually too busy with work or away from the palace for an entire week.

So, this would actually be their first dinner together.

"If you’re not too busy, we can have dinner together tonight." Primrose smiled. "But ... It might be too cold for at night, so I don’t think we can eat outside. Is that alright?"

Edmund nodded in a second. "Of course, that’s not a problem."

[My wife could ask to have dinner in the middle of the desert, and I’d still gladly follow her.]

It’s not like she’d ever want to eat in the middle of a desert in the first place!

"Well then, I’ll take my leave, Your Majesty." Primrose gave him a polite curtsy before turning toward the exit.

"Wait."

Edmund suddenly stood up. His hand instinctively reached for her arm, but at the last second, he hesitated and pulled it back because he didn’t want to startle her by touching her out of nowhere.

Primrose tilted her head. "Is there sothing wrong, Your Majesty?"

[The more I hear her call that, the more I hate it.]

Then, what exactly did he want her to call him? Dog?

"I call your na all the ti," Edmund started. He averted his gaze, cleared his throat, and pretended to cough. "Isn’t it unfair that I’m the only one who gets to say your na? How about ... you call by mine, too?"

Primrose blinked. Once. Twice. "I ... I don’t think it’s appropriate for to call your na in public."