The Mind-Reading Mate: Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me?!-Chapter 465: Rage in The Duke’s Office (I)

Primrose soaked her feet in warm water after changing into her nightgown. She finally let out a sigh of relief. Her gown had been heavy, and the corset felt a little too tight.

"I probably shouldn’t wear a corset anymore after this," Primrose said as she gently rubbed her belly. "My stomach is getting bigger. Husband, do you think it looks bigger?"

Edmund was kneeling on the floor as he washed her feet. He looked up at her and smiled. "It just means our child is growing well." He set the towel aside and pressed his ear against her belly. "Our baby’s heartbeat sounds stronger now. How about you?" Then he rested his ear on her chest. "You sound fine too." 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Primrose giggled and gently pushed him away. "Of course I’m fine. You’ve taken such good care of me."

His efforts—giving her his saliva and sending magic into her body every night—were finally showing results.

Dr. Celdric had warned them that the pregnancy would become more difficult as the baby grew, but Primrose hoped they would find more ways to make sure both she and their child stayed safe.

"I’ll take care of you even more from now on," Edmund said.

"Husband," she said softly. She cupped his face and brushed his slightly damp hair, still wet from his bath. "I know your time at the palace wasn’t pleasant. Even I got bored there. But what about the city? Did you enjoy it? Some people still don’t like you... but at least the children were happy to see you now."

Edmund finally stood from the floor and gently guided his wife back onto the bed so they could lie beside each other, even though their feet were still dangling over the edge.

He turned onto his side and rested his head on one hand. "Actually, I’m happy as long as I can stay with you."

Primrose chuckled softly and rolled her eyes. "I know you think more than that. Come on, don’t let your wolf hide your real thoughts from me."

Edmund pulled her closer by the waist, bringing her into his arms. Primrose bent her legs slightly, curling up beside him like a cat.

"I just want to be sure you didn’t feel pressured or upset because I made you come to the festival," she added gently.

"Made me?" Edmund brushed her cheek with his thumb, then played with a strand of her wavy hair. "My wife, wasn’t I the one who opened the carriage door for you?"

"Yes, that’s true." Primrose smiled. "But it must have been difficult for you since there were so many people in the city."

Primrose knew Edmund didn’t like crowds. Unfortunately, she couldn’t stop herself from talking to so many people she knew well, so he ended up talking to them too.

"It was hard," Edmund admitted. "But it was also fun because you were with me. Maybe I don’t like talking to many people because I don’t usually feel safe. But with you... I do. I really do."

Primrose snuggled closer to him until she was completely wrapped in his arms. She whispered, "I’m glad to hear that." Then she added softly, "I’m happy to be with you too."

Edmund only hummed in response, knowing his wife was about to fall asleep. He gently patted her back and slowly guided her to rest her head on the pillow.

As the night grew deeper, the only sound left in the room was her calm, even breathing. When he looked down, he saw her eyes already closed, slipping quietly into dreams.

"Good night, my wife," he murmured, before pulling the blanket over both of them.

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The next day, Primrose couldn’t stop sighing. It felt like trouble kept chasing her wherever she went, even though all she wanted was to enjoy a simple vacation in Illvaris.

"Your Majesty, didn’t you promise to let me see the music box?" Nina asked. She looked a little restless, clearly impatient after only managing to meet Primrose at noon.

Primrose really did want to keep her promise right away. But just moments earlier, her husband had told her that his soldiers had taken the Duke of Obsidia to the dungeon, and now her father was furious with Edmund in his office.

They had been talking inside for almost half an hour, and when Primrose tried to go there, she accidentally—or perhaps Nina had been waiting for her—ran into Lady Nina in the hallway.

"Yes, I did promise you," Primrose said with a gentle smile. "But how about later? Maybe after dinner? I have something important I need to take care of first."

[Why is she acting like this?] Nina clicked her tongue in her mind. She sounded clearly annoyed with Primrose, though, to be fair, she couldn’t completely blame her.

[I need to see the music box now! My heart suddenly feels restless, like something bad is coming closer!] Nina’s thoughts were laced with panic. [Damn it! Of all the people in my family, why did it have to be me?!]

Primrose was completely confused, because it seemed like something was wrong with the Old God Nina had mentioned before.

And... what did she mean by "chosen one"? Who had chosen her?

"Yes, after dinner is fine, Your Majesty," Nina said politely, even though she still felt uneasy inside. "But you’ll keep your promise, right?"

Primrose was about to reply, but suddenly she heard loud noises coming from her father’s office.

Even the maids—who had been about to knock and deliver fresh tea—quickly backed away from the door.

After all, it was rare for the Duke to get this angry, especially at his own son-in-law.

"Let’s talk again later," Primrose said to Nina.

She rushed toward Lazarus’s office and opened the door without knocking. "What the hell is going on here?!"

At first, Primrose thought her father was throwing things at Edmund. But instead, Edmund was standing silently off to the side, while her father had completely destroyed the phoenix painting that usually hung proudly in his office.

"If I had known that bastard was selling children, I would never have spoken to him!" Lazarus roared. "Damn it! I even kept his gift hanging in my office all this time!"