The Mind-Reading Mate: Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me? Chapter 505: If You Were There

After Primrose erased Garrick’s and his underlings’ mories, Edmund allowed them to leave the dungeon.

Their carriage and belongings had been kept untouched in the warehouse, as if they had always been ant to leave peacefully. With everything prepared, Garrick and his entourage were able to depart from Illvaris without delay.

They were escorted along a quiet, seldom-used path, far from the eyes of curious servants or passing citizens. If there wasn’t any witness, then there wouldn’t be any rumor.

Primrose and Edmund stood at the rear gate of the manor, watching the carriage roll away into the distance.

For a while, neither of them spoke. Then Primrose broke the silence. "Isn’t it frightening?"

Edmund glanced at her, one brow lifting slightly. "Frightening?" he repeated. "What is?"

Primrose’s gaze remained fixed on the disappearing carriage. "Having soone erase your mories," she said softly. "Like what I just did."

Her voice was calm, yet sothing unreadable lingered beneath it. "To lose pieces of your life... and never even realize they’re gone." She added, "That’s frightening."

Even though she didn’t say it bluntly, Edmund knew that his wife was not talking about Garrick and his entourage.

She was talking about herself, about the empty spaces in her past, the mories she could never reach no matter how hard she tried.

"You’re not the only one who has lost those mories." Edmund looked at her gently. "Your father lost those mories too."

He paused briefly. "And if... if I truly shared that sa tiline with you... then wouldn’t that an I also lost sothing precious?"

Primrose chuckled softly. "Precious?" She asked. "We don’t even know what happened back then. How can you be so sure those mories were worth keeping? They might have been painful or cruel, even."

Edmund fell silent for a mont, but his hand reached for hers. "Maybe," he admitted softly. "Maybe they held sorrow or pain."

He softened his gaze, as if they were standing on the edge of sothing too fragile to touch carelessly. "But if you were there..." he said. "Then they would still be precious to ."

Primrose smiled, but her eyes softened, as though sothing sad hid behind those golden depths. "Even if those mories were of you watching die?" she asked.

Edmund’s eyelids trembled slightly, yet he forced his voice to remain steady. "Even then," he answered. Gently, he raised her hand and pressed his lips to the back of it, as if it were sothing holy.

"Because every mont with you," he whispered, "Even the painful ones... would still be precious for ."

Primrose’s pupils trembled. The tenderness in Edmund’s voice wrapped around her like a warmth she had never fully learned to accept. His words were soft, overflowing with a love so pure that they stirred two emotions at once.

She felt happy, and yet a hint of sadness lingered beneath that happiness.

For a mont, Primrose said nothing. Her lips pressed into a thin line as she simply looked at him, as if trying to morize the expression on his face.

After a while, she whispered softly, "I love you... Edmund."

The corner of his lips lifted as he replied softly, "I love you too, my Primrose."

He emphasized her na on his lips, as if he were saying sothing truly precious. Before they could lose themselves in the comfort of each other’s presence, Edmund gently said, "We should get ready. We need to leave for the palace."

He added, "Father will take care of the newspaper writers. At least, we need them to spread the news by word of mouth."

Primrose took a deep breath and nodded. "Yes, let’s get everything done today."

Though she answered calmly, her thoughts were still troubled. The mysterious man lingered in her mind like an unanswered question. Yet she knew she couldn’t afford to dwell on it now because there were more urgent matters to face.

And until they uncovered the truth, Edmund refused to leave her side.

Even so, he still ordered Solene and Callen to stay close to her at all tis. anwhile, Leofric remained behind at the manor to guard Lazarus.

But it seed that even without being ordered, Solene and Callen would have done the sa. Besides, since yesterday’s incident, they had beco even more protective of her. It felt as though they had turned into shadows that wanted to rge with her.

Even now, as the carriage rolled toward the palace, the pair rode their horses right beside it. Primrose smiled faintly. Their loyalty ward her heart, but because they stayed so close, her view of the outside world was completely blocked.

She sighed and closed the curtain of the carriage window. To ease her boredom, Primrose looked at her reflection in the small mirror.

Since they were visiting the Azria palace to report sothing important—even if it was to conceal their true intentions—Primrose did not dress extravagantly. She wore a simple green dress and tied her hair into a neat bun.

She had applied only light makeup. And truthfully, Primrose had no desire to dress up because she did not want Averon’s thoughts filled with admiration.

She truly hated it when Averon showed interest in her, and she also hated it when his mind lingered on her.

As she looked at her reflection, Edmund suddenly said, "You look beautiful as always, my wife."

Primrose blinked, glancing up from the mirror.

Edmund watched her with concern. [She’s been staring at the mirror for quite a while. What if she thinks she looks unattractive because she’s slightly underdressed today?] Edmund thought quickly. [But she looks even more beautiful when she isn’t wearing any dre—no, that’s not what I ant, my wife!]

Primrose let out a soft laugh. "It’s alright," she said. "I dressed like this on purpose. I don’t want Averon to find appealing."

Her golden eyes softened slightly. "But... I’m still happy when you say I’m pretty."

Edmund cleared his throat, faint color rising to his cheeks. "That’s because it’s the truth," he replied. "There’s no version of you that isn’t beautiful to ."