The Mind-Reading Mate: Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me?!-Chapter 61: The King Who Touched Her Feet

Primrose stared at him, not knowing whether to laugh, scold him, or hide her face in shame.

The way he looked so serious about blaming himself for something she had clearly caused.

It was both ridiculous and, somehow, strangely sweet.

The mighty Lycan King, feared by everyone, was sitting there blaming himself over a fallen shelf and worrying about her like she was the most fragile thing in the world. freёweɓnovel.com

Honestly, it made Primrose’s heart ache just a little.

"Your Majesty, no one is at fault here," Primrose said softly, hoping to ease his guilt and maybe a little of her own for causing the mess. "The bookshelf just happened to fall, and I just happened to be standing there. That’s all. So ... you don’t have to apologize."

[My wife is too kind! She’s even forgiving me when I almost got her crushed!]

But he wasn’t the problem.

The one who tried to "kill" her was the stupid, creaky bookshelf!

"Still, I’m the one who has to take responsibility," Edmund insisted, his voice filled with worry, "since you got hurt inside my room."

With gentle fingers, he carefully took off her shoes, revealing her delicate feet. His eyes immediately noticed the swelling.

Primrose almost rolled her eyes. It wasn’t that surprising. Most of the books on the shelf were massive and heavy, filled with old records and boring politics.

But really? Injured by books?

’What am I? Some helpless damsel from a fairytale?’

"Does it hurt?" Edmund asked as he reached out and lightly touched the swollen area.

Primrose flinched a little. It wasn’t terribly painful, but he had accidentally pressed a bit too hard.

She quickly grabbed his hand to stop him. "Don’t worry, it’s just a bruise. It will fade after I put some ointment on it."

Edmund frowned. "How long will it take to heal?"

Primrose paused, thinking for a moment. "I’m not sure. Maybe two or three days? It’s really nothing serious."

But judging by the way Edmund was staring at her foot like it was the most precious thing in the world, it felt like he thought she had broken a leg, not just bruised it.

[THREE DAYS?!]

[How could I let my wife suffer for three whole days?!]

[What if she can’t sleep because of the pain? Or what if she struggles to walk properly?!]

[No! No! I have to do something!]

Primrose could almost see the panic flashing across Edmund’s face.

What was he thinking of doing?

No way—

"No, it’s fine, Your Majesty!" Primrose quickly grabbed his shoulders just as he began to lower himself, clearly aiming to kiss her feet. "I can endure the pain for three days!"

Sure, she had just washed her feet not too long ago, but still, the idea of the fierce, feared Lycan King kissing someone’s feet was beyond anything she had ever imagined.

Besides, wouldn’t it ruin his dignity?

Primrose once swore she would make the Lycan King fall for her completely and helplessly.

But after reading his journal and seeing those books on his shelf, she was starting to feel like he might have already fallen for her, long before she ever set foot in the Noctvaris Kingdom.

Therefore, what was the point of trying to make him fall helplessly for her if he had already fallen for her since the very beginning?

"Three days is too long," Edmund said firmly. His worried eyes softened. "I can heal you in a minute."

Primrose’s face turned pale as she desperately tried to hold his shoulder. "No! You don’t have to do that!" she stammered. "My ... my feet are dirty!"

[Dirty?]

[Her feet look delicate and beautiful.]

[Her skin is so soft I’m worried if I touch her too long, I might make the bruise worse.]

"You’re not dirty at all, my wife," Edmund said softly. "Let me heal your bruise."

[Would she hate it if I kissed her feet?]

[I know I’m not worthy of even touching them, let alone kissing them.]

But if that was true, then why did she let him kiss her lips before?

Did she really think her feet were more precious than her lips?

"Wait! Wait!" Primrose quickly stopped him again, her cheeks burning. "I-I’ll let you heal me, but at least ... please clean them with water first!"

Primrose lowered her head, her face burning with embarrassment. Her cheeks were warm, her ears felt hot, and for a moment, she wished she could just disappear.

"Alright," Edmund said gently. "Let me clean them for you."

Not even in her wildest dreams, not in her first life, not in this second life, did she ever imagine seeing the fearsome Lycan King kneeling before her like this.

He carefully soaked her feet in a basin of warm water and wiped them with a soft cloth.

His movements were slow and gentle, as if she were made of glass and might shatter at the slightest touch.

"Is this clean enough?" Edmund asked softly, holding her feet like they were the most precious things in the world, more valuable than diamond, softer than silk.

Primrose couldn’t look at him. She quickly turned her eyes away. "That’s enough," she whispered. "You ... you can heal me now."

Without hesitation, Edmund leaned forward.

He didn’t speak.

He simply kissed her feet softly, one kiss after another, full of so much care it made Primrose’s heart skip.

Then, when his tongue lightly touched the bruised area, she felt the pain slowly faded, melting into a gentle warmth that spread across her skin.

Primrose gripped the edge of the couch tightly.

She had come here tonight to talk about political matters, about the tribe incident, the severed heads in the capital.

But instead, here she was.

Sitting quietly, having her feet kissed by the most feared king in the entire beast kingdom, who now looked nothing like a ruthless ruler, but a gentle husband worried sick for his wife.

"Does it feel better?" Edmund asked, raising his head, eyes filled with nothing but concern.

Primrose nodded and gave him a small, shy smile. "The pain is gone," she whispered. "I’m sorry for bothering you in the middle of the night. I shouldn’t have forced you to stay up and talk."