The Mind-Reading Mate: Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me?!-Chapter 147: A Gift From My Wife (II)

[MY WIFE MADE ME A GIFT WITH HER OWN HANDS!]

[Why does she make me fall for her more and more every day? And that shy expression—ugh, she’s too cute.]

Primrose felt even more nervous, especially after hearing his mental praises.

What if he opened the box and realized it wasn’t that great after all? What if he got disappointed?

But the moment he lifted the lid, his icy-blue eyes lit up as if he had just found a rare treasure.

"Is this really for me?" Edmund asked excitedly. Even though he didn’t smile, the way he spoke sounded like an excited puppy.

Primrose gave a small nod. "Yes ... Do you like it?"

Edmund’s gaze deepened, so intense that Primrose unknowingly got trapped in it. "This is the best gift I’ve ever received," he said.

That couldn’t be true, could it?

All she had given him was a pair of hand-knit gloves. It didn’t even come close to the luxurious gifts he’d given her before.

"I’ll try to give you something more valuable next time," Primrose said sincerely.

Edmund leaned in and pressed a kiss to her cheek. "You don’t have to. This gift is priceless to me ... because you made it."

Primrose bit her lower lip and whispered, "It wasn’t even that hard to make ..."

Edmund carefully took out the black gloves from the box, but looked a bit confused when he saw something else beneath them, another pair of gloves, this time smaller and white.

[Wait ... was my wife planning to give this other pair to someone else?]

[Another man with smaller hands than me?!]

Before his thoughts could spiral further, Primrose quickly took the white gloves from the box.

"These ... these are actually matching couple gloves," she admitted shyly. "The black ones are for you, and the white ones are for me."

Primrose hadn’t planned on making matching gloves at all. She was afraid Edmund might find it childish or silly.

But somehow, without realizing it, she had ended up knitting two pairs, one for him and one for herself.

"Do you think matching stuff is too childish?" Primrose asked, clutching the gloves in her hands.

"Some of my friends have matching handkerchiefs or little accessories with their partners, but since I’ve never had a partner before ... I’ve never experienced anything like that."

She had been the town’s jewel back in her homeland, admired by many, showered with love letters and flowers almost every day.

But she had never felt the urge to reply to any of them, because she simply didn’t like anyone.

Besides, her father was quite strict whenever he saw a man trying to approach her.

For all those reasons, Primrose had never been in a relationship before marrying Edmund.

"This isn’t childish at all," Edmund said with a faint smile, his gaze softening as he looked at her. "We can use as many matching things as you want."

Primrose’s eyes sparkled like stars. "Then ..." She reached under the pillows and pulled out two handkerchiefs she had hidden there earlier. "... we can also use these."

The handkerchiefs were very simple, just plain white cloths with a red tulip embroidery at the corner, slightly crooked.

"I know they look bad, but—"

Before she could finish, Edmund picked up one of the handkerchiefs and said right away, "This is beautiful."

He gently tilted her chin and placed soft kisses on her cheek, then on her lips, one after another. "Thank you, my wife."

She had worried he wouldn’t like those things because after all, a man his age might think matching accessories were silly or unnecessary.

But Edmund took them with so much care and happiness, as if he’d been waiting his whole life to receive something like that.

Not only did he have no complaints, but not even a single thought in his mind labeled her as childish.

"Maybe next time I’ll knit us matching scarves," She smiled, already starting to think about what else she could make for them.

While she was talking, Edmund had already started slipping the gloves onto her hands, gently rubbing them to warm her up.

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Primrose flinched as the carriage jolted again, this time more violently, causing her head to accidentally bump against the roof.

Edmund quickly reached up to cradle her head, rubbing the spot gently with concern.

Then he opened the small window and called out, his voice calm but firm. "What was that?"

The soldier flinched slightly, surprised by the hidden anger in Edmund’s voice. "We’re sorry, Your Majesty. The road ahead is a bit rough. There are a lot of small dips and holes."

Edmund took a deep breath, trying to calm the irritation in his chest. "I asked the Marquess of Moonshadow to fix the road to his city months ago. I even gave him a generous budget. So why ... why is the road still like this?"

Salem, who wasn’t far from the carriage, suddenly spoke up. "Forgive me for overhearing, Your Majesty, but from what I’ve seen ... the road hasn’t been touched in months. It looks like no one’s done any repairs at all."

Since the permafrost needed to be regularly covered with layers of ordinary soil, Edmund had always made sure to send funds to the Marquess specifically for that.

Based on the financial reports Primrose had seen, the amount of budget wasn’t small, around fifty million annually, and sometimes even more depending on the condition of the road.

But then, how could the road still be this bad?

Primrose turned her head aside, seeing so many holes and dips scattered all over the path. It was bumpy enough to throw someone out of their seat.

"Don’t you think ... something’s not right, Your Majesty?" Salem asked.

Primrose heard his thoughts clearly. [If the Marquess really is doing something dirty behind the scenes, then it would be easier to bring him down, no need to use poison.]

Salem had a point.

If that were true, then she wouldn’t have to dirty her hands at all.

A man cruel enough to abuse his wife daily probably had no problem doing shady things with public money too.

In her previous life, Primrose vaguely remembered hearing news that the Marquess had been involved in a corruption case.

But somehow, he managed to walk away from it untouched.