The Mind-Reading Mate: Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me?!-Chapter 131: My Husband Is Too Precious

Truthfully, she wanted to.

But time was precious, and they had too much to do.

"I won’t do anything," Edmund promised. "I swear."

Still ... if they stayed like this for too long, what started as hugging might turn into something more.

"Just ... just ten minutes," Primrose said. "We’ll hug for ten minutes. That’s it."

If not, it might become dangerous.

Edmund nodded. "Ten minutes is more than enough."

It was only ten minutes,

But for some reason, to Primrose, it felt like the sweetest eternity.

Edmund kissed her again, on her lips, her cheeks ... Every part of her face received his gentle attention.

He even kissed her neck a few times, but never bit her skin because he knew, if he did that, he might not be able to stop himself anymore.

"I think that’s enough," Primrose whispered.

Edmund kissed her lips one last time, then held her gaze with his own. "I still have one more minute."

There was no way he’d waste even a second.

He gently tilted Primrose’s head, kissing her cheeks again and again, before giving her a final kiss on the lips just as the time ran out.

"I think ..." Primrose finally exhaled the breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. "... your ten minutes are up."

The spark in Edmund’s eyes slowly dimmed. The corners of his lips dropped slightly, and for a moment, Primrose imagined sad little dog ears drooping over his head, mirroring his disappointment.

[I still want more.]

[When I’m working, ten minutes feels like forever ... but with her, it passes too quickly. That’s not fair.]

Unlike him, Primrose felt like those ten minutes had dragged on forever. Her lips were even slightly swollen now!

Yet despite that, she didn’t want to leave his lap just yet. It was warm, safe, and far too tempting that she almost wanted to toss aside everything she needed to do and stay right here, in his arms, all night.

No! No!

If she gave in now, both of them would regret it later when they had to catch up on work.

She had to stay strong for both their sakes.

"I know," Edmund whispered as his hands tightened slightly around her waist, not enough to hurt, but just enough to keep her from getting up too quickly.

Primrose lowered her head, unable to meet his gaze after kissing him so much.

"Can you let me go now?" she murmured. "I need to return to my room."

At her words, Edmund immediately loosened his hold. "I’m sorry," he said quietly.

Primrose nodded. "It’s alright."

Just as she started to pull away, Edmund suddenly wrapped his arms around her again, hugging her tightly.

He buried his face into the curve of her neck and whispered, "You haven’t given me a good night kiss ... or a hug."

Wasn’t ten minutes of kissing more than enough?!

But ... maybe one more wouldn’t hurt.

Primrose pulled back slightly and cupped his cheeks. "If I give you your good night kiss now, will you let me go after that?"

Edmund nodded quickly. "I will."

"Alright," she said. "But this is the last one, alright?"

She gently lowered her husband’s head, placing a kiss on his forehead, then moved to his cheeks, and finally, gave him three soft kisses on the lips as a reward.

"Good night, husband," she whispered.

That should be enough ... right?

Edmund kissed her once more, murmuring softly, "Good night, my wife."

Primrose quickly turned her face away, heart pounding like a drum.

If she looked into his eyes any longer, she might actually faint.

’He’s too dangerous!’ she thought, panicking inwardly.

’I need to leave right now!’

The moment Edmund loosened his arms from around her waist, Primrose didn’t waste a second.

She quickly got off his lap and even took a few steps back, just to be safe, in case he decided to pull her back again.

"I ... I should go now!" she said awkwardly, then bolted toward the door without waiting for a response. "I’ll see you tomorrow morning!"

She slammed the door behind her the moment the words left her mouth. Outside, Primrose crouched down and buried her face into her knees, letting out a muffled scream.

’Why does my husband have to be so sweet and so hot?!’

How was she supposed to sleep peacefully now, knowing she could’ve asked for more kisses, but instead, she ran away?

SLAP!

She slapped her cheeks, trying to knock herself out of her swirling, very inappropriate thoughts.

Just one week.

Once they’re on their honeymoon, they can finally have sex again. She just needed to hold on!

"Your Majesty, are you alright?"

Primrose flinched at the sudden voice beside her. She nearly lost her balance and toppled over if she hadn’t steadied herself in time.

"Sir Callen?! Since when have you been here?!"

Callen blinked in confusion, his expression filled with concern.

He looked genuinely worried, thinking that something was wrong, especially seeing the queen squatting on the floor like that.

"I ... I’ve been here the whole time," he answered, a little unsure. "I mean, I followed you right after you left His Majesty’s room."

"Oh ..." Primrose’s face turned bright red.

She’d just acted like a complete mess ... in front of someone else. Someone who’d witnessed her squatting in the hall and slapping herself.

This was all Edmund’s fault!

She’d been so busy thinking about his kisses that she hadn’t even sensed anyone’s thoughts nearby, something that normally came naturally to her.

"You’re doing a great job," she said quickly, straightening up and pretending to clear her throat. "I’ll head back to my bedroom now."

Callen frowned. "But, are you really alright? Your face looks a little red."

"I’m fine!" Primrose let out an awkward laugh. "I just feel a little hot, that’s all." She began fanning her face with her hands as she walked past him. "Yeah, just a little overheated."

[But ... why does Her Majesty’s hair look a little messy?] Callen thought.

[Did His Majesty pull her hair?! How could he treat her so roughly?!]

Primrose sighed quietly.

Of all people, Callen had to be the one to see her looking flustered and rumpled right after she came out of the King’s room, and thought, ’Oh, the king must have abused her!’

Anyone else would’ve simply assumed she’d done something romantic or unholy with Edmund.

"Should I call for a doctor?" Callen asked, following behind her with clear worry in his voice. "If ... if you’re hurt, please let me know!"

Primrose came to a stop and looked over her shoulder. "I’m fine, Sir Callen."

"But ..." he trailed off, clearly unsure what else to say.

[Is Her Majesty too afraid to speak out?]

[Is she scared His Majesty will punish her if she tells anyone what really happened?]

Primrose realized she had to say something to clear the misunderstanding before Callen’s imagination ran wild.

"Let’s just go back," she said, walking ahead again. "I need to brush my hair before bed."

She muttered softly as she twirled a lock of her hair between her fingers, "This is His Majesty’s fault. He really likes stroking my head, but every time he does, he messes up my hair."

She huffed. "He should know by now how hard it is to brush out all these knots!"

She pouted playfully, like a wife grumbling about her doting but troublesome husband.

[Oh ... so that’s what it was.]

[I really shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions. How could I even think His Majesty would pull her hair?!]

Actually, it seemed like he had pulled her hair before, not too hard, but still, it counted as hair-pulling, and for some reason ... Primrose had liked it.

She quickly pinched her arm the moment that lewd thought popped into her head again.

’I seriously need to wash my face with cold water.’

"His Majesty must really cherish you, Your Majesty," Callen said gently.

Primrose nodded, her gaze falling to the floor beneath her feet. "He does."

Her husband was just ... too precious.

He had changed from a cold, distant man into someone warm, gentle, and unexpectedly sweet, all in such a short amount of time.

All it took was a little guidance, and he had learned the rest on his own.

Even though his smile still looked a bit awkward, it was much better than that eerie grin he used to wear.

For some reason, that progress made Primrose feel ... proud.

Proud that her husband had grown into someone like this.

No wonder her feelings for him had deepened, so much that she had stopped pretending to hold them back.

In fact, she couldn’t even remember the last time she had to fake anything in front of Edmund.

Lately, she had just been ... herself.

She didn’t even understand why she’d become so soft and clingy toward him.

It just happened naturally, without pretending.

It felt strange ... but nice at the same time.

But underneath all that warmth, a small guilt was growing in her chest.

She still hadn’t given her husband anything meaningful.

Sure, she’d knitted him a pair of gloves, but did that really compare to all the gifts he’d given her?