The Mind-Reading Mate: Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me?!-Chapter 81: Actions Without Words

The moment Edmund left the room, Primrose threw herself onto the bed and screamed into the pillow as loud as she could.

How dare Edmund do something like that?! Why did he always lift her up out of nowhere and make her feel so flustered?

And the worst part was why did she get embarrassed so easily around him?

Where was her pride? Had it already disappeared?

She rolled over dramatically, not even caring that her hair was now a total mess. She took a deep breath and then another, trying to slow down her racing heart.

It worked. Well ... for five minutes.

Then, out of nowhere, her mind dragged her straight back to that soft kiss Edmund had given her.

She could still feel the warmth of his touch. The way his hard muscles pressed against her. His hands lifting her, holding her close.

Damn it!

Primrose kicked the blanket off the bed so hard it fell to the floor, then got up in a huff.

She started pacing around the king’s bedroom like a restless cat, mumbling to herself.

After almost fifteen minutes of walking in circles, her heart finally began to settle.

"Alright, it was just a kiss, Primrose," she told herself, taking another deep breath like she was trying to calm a storm inside. "Pull yourself together."

Thankfully, she didn’t have to fight her thoughts for much longer. It was because Two maids came into the room, carrying a fresh set of clothes and ready to help her get cleaned up and dressed.

"Should we just move to my chamber?" Primrose asked softly.

She figured it might be easier for the maids to dress her there, since all her beauty products and jewelry were in her own room.

"There’s no need for that, Your Majesty," one of the maids said with a gentle smile.

The maid, whose small fangs peeked out from the corners of her mouth, walked over to the vanity and opened a drawer beside it. Primrose’s eyes widened in shock when she saw it.

Inside the drawer were beauty products, hairpins, jewelry, everything a woman would need to get ready in the morning.

How ... how did these things end up in Edmund’s room?

Wait a minute. These items looked oddly familiar.

They weren’t just similar to what she had in her bedroom, they were exactly the same.

Primrose froze.

No way ... Does the mighty Lycan King secretly enjoy playing dress-up when no one’s around?!

She quickly shook her head, trying to erase the ridiculous image from her mind.

"Are all of these ... His Majesty’s?" she asked the maid carefully. It was better to ask than keep wondering.

The maid’s lips curled into a smile. It was meant to be sweet, but something about her smile gave off an oddly creepy clown vibe.

"His Majesty told us to fill this drawer with the things you usually use in the morning, Your Majesty."

[His Majesty is really something else ...]

[He actually wanted to keep the identical accessories and beauty things in here, just so the Queen wouldn’t have any trouble getting ready after spending the night in his room.]

[I’ve never seen the King act this sweet toward anyone before. The Queen is really lucky to have a husband like him.]

Primrose bit the inside of her lip, feeling overwhelmed by all the quiet things Edmund had been doing for her behind the scenes.

When did he start doing all of this?

Was it after she got upset with him for not letting her sleep in his room?

It had to be.

She truly appreciated how thoughtful he was being, but if he never showed it openly, how was she supposed to know all the good things he had done?

Even in his journal, Edmund had written about so many things he had quietly done just for her.

Most of them seemed simple, like replacing the carriage cushions with ones three times softer, so his wife wouldn’t suffer during the long journey from her homeland to the Noctvaris Kingdom.

Or asking the cooks and bakers to recreate dishes and desserts that tasted just like the ones she used to enjoy back home.

They were small gestures at first.

But over time, those small gestures turned into something bigger.

From softer cushions ... to building an entire greenhouse for her in just a matter of days.

As she thought more about it, Primrose finally realized how much Edmund had actually done, just to make sure she felt comfortable living in the palace.

And yet, because many of those things weren’t grand or flashy, he probably never saw them as gifts. He simply believed it was his duty to pamper his wife.

But sadly, actions without words were like a carriage without horses.

She could sit comfortably inside, sure—but without the horses, it wouldn’t take her anywhere. freeweɓnøvel.com

Maybe Edmund had tried his best to spoil her, both in this life and the one before, but none of it would ever reach her heart if he never actually talked to her, or showed her that he cared.

Primrose let out a deep sigh.

Thankfully, she could read minds now.

Otherwise, she might’ve never realized all the quiet things he had done for her.

• •

After breakfast and a peaceful walk around the garden, Primrose finally made her way to the library to meet the royal advisor.

He had originally asked to meet her in her official study, but since Primrose had never even stepped foot in there—mostly because she didn’t have any formal duties yet—she felt it would be too awkward to discuss anything important in that space.

So instead, she chose the library, a quiet and cozy place she’d already grown comfortable with. In her heart, it felt more like her study anyway.

"Good morning, Your Majesty," the royal advisor—Sevrin Dorne—greeted her with a deep bow.

Solene had once told her that Sevrin was already in his fifties, but to Primrose, he didn’t look over thirty at all.

Beasts really do age slowly, she thought.

Even Edmund still looked young, despite already being thirty-five.

"Sir Dorne, it’s truly a pleasure to meet you," Primrose said warmly, offering a polite curtsy and a gentle smile.

"I’ve heard many good things about you."