The Mind-Reading Mate: Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me?!-Chapter 105: Suicidal Intruder (I)

The Queen is present," Callen said, his eyes scanning the shadows. "If you don’t want trouble, show yourself. Now."

The storage room suddenly fell silent. So quiet, in fact, that Primrose couldn’t even hear the slightest movement from inside.

"Maybe it’s just a mouse," she whispered, trying to ease the tension.

Callen shook his head. "No, Your Majesty," he said softly, but seriously. "That’s not a mouse."

[The heartbeat I heard didn’t sound like the beast’s heartbeat in the palace,] he thought. [It’s human. Definitely human.]

He could hear heartbeats?

Primrose blinked. Just how sharp were beast senses? Could Edmund hear her heart that clearly too?

Of course, he could.

She suddenly remembered how Edmund used to mention it so casually. That he could hear how fast her heart was beating.

Now that she thought about it, she didn’t want to know how fast it was back then. It must’ve been ridiculous.

How embarrassing.

Next time she saw him, she’d try her best to calm herself down, so he wouldn’t think his wife’s heart was about to explode.

"Last warning," Callen called out again. "If you don’t come out, I’ll take action."

He stepped slowly toward the storage room.

His body moved with care, his eyes focused. His left hand stayed outstretched toward Primrose, gently signaling her to stay behind him.

Wait a second ...

Didn’t he say the heartbeat sounded human?

There were only three humans in the palace.

Primrose, Silas, and Silas’s assistant.

As much as she suspected Silas of trying to poison her food, would he really be stupid enough to sneak into the kitchen himself?

Unlikely.

The palace cooks were famously strict. They noticed if even a spoon was moved the wrong way. They’d be furious if someone tampered with their kitchen, especially the ingredients.

Primrose wasn’t sure if Silas knew that, but if he tried to tamper with ingredients in the palace kitchen, he’d be putting himself at serious risk.

After all, the same ingredients were used for the king and palace staff as well.

Even if the poison didn’t kill the beasts, they would definitely feel something was off.

And if anyone found out?

Edmund would have Silas’s head on a pike by morning.

The risk was too high, and the result wasn’t worth it. Silas was smart, too smart to do something that reckless.

But what about his assistant?

Could Silas have ordered her to poison the ingredients instead? That way, Silas could keep his hands clean.

Still ... something wasn’t adding up.

There was one thing that had been bothering Primrose from the start. She couldn’t hear any thoughts from the person hiding in the storage room.

Was it because the distance was too far?

Or ... was it because that person had no thoughts at all?

Was that even possible?

On the other side, Callen slowly opened the storage room door, only to be startled when a young woman suddenly dashed out, trying her best to run away.

Unfortunately for her, Callen was faster.

He swiftly kicked one of her legs, making the woman fall hard to the floor. Her head nearly hit the edge of a nearby table, but thankfully, Primrose managed to shove the table away just in time.

"Who are you?" Callen demanded, holding his blade just inches from her neck to stop her from moving.

But to his surprise, the young woman tilted her neck forward, as if intending to let the blade slice her throat.

"What are you doing?!" Callen immediately pulled his sword back, clearly shocked. He hadn’t meant to actually hurt her. "Do you have a death wish or something?!"

The woman gritted her teeth but didn’t say a word. She didn’t even try to answer him.

After a long silence, Primrose finally managed to hear her thoughts, [So what if I die? Dying sounds better than living anyway.]

Primrose wasn’t so sure about that. After all, she had once failed to die and was forced to live again. And in this second life, she came to realize something that there was truly nothing in life that couldn’t be fixed.

"Aren’t you Dr. Silas’s assistant?" Primrose stood from her chair and walked over to the young woman. She gave a small nod to Callen, signaling him to help her sit up properly.

"I am," the woman replied through clenched teeth as Callen lifted her off the ground and set her on a chair. This time, she didn’t try to escape. It was as if she no longer cared what would happen next.

"Are you going to execute me for this?" she asked flatly.

Most people wouldn’t dare ask something like that out loud.

"That depends," Primrose replied calmly. "What exactly did you do?"

The woman hesitated for a moment, as if carefully weighing her words, but strangely, Primrose couldn’t hear her thoughts during that time.

Why was that? Why could she only hear the woman’s thoughts at certain moments?

"I poisoned the kitchen ingredients," the woman admitted at last.

Primrose froze for a second. Callen, too, tensed up, his grip tightening on her shoulder.

Thankfully, Primrose could hear her thoughts again, [If I lie, maybe the queen will choose to execute me tomorrow.]

[If I can’t kill myself, maybe this way I’ll finally die.]

[Dr. Silas will be upset, but what can he do? It’s obvious the King loves his wife, so he won’t let someone who tried to poison his wife live.]

Why couldn’t she kill herself? Maybe ... she just didn’t have the courage to do it.

"Why did you do that?" Primrose asked calmly, confusing Callen with her composed tone.

The young woman lifted her head and looked directly into Primrose’s eyes. "Do I need a reason?"

"Of course," Primrose replied. "Killing isn’t something that comes easily. Even cold-blooded murderers usually have a reason, whether it makes sense to others or not."

"So, tell me, what’s yours?"

The young woman turned her gaze away. "I just wanted to. That’s all."

[Why doesn’t she believe me? Any other noble would’ve thrown me in the dungeon the moment I said I tried to poison the palace food.]

"Your Majesty, should I take her to the dungeon?" Callen asked.