The Mind-Reading Mate: Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me?!-Chapter 153: The King’s Cruel Words

Edmund and Primrose stayed quiet during the carriage ride to the Marquess’s manor.

Neither of them said a word, not because there was tension between them, but because they were fully committed to their roles.

The cold, distant husband.

The quiet, obedient wife.

So far, they were doing a great job.

When the carriage came to a stop, Primrose leaned closer to Edmund and whispered, "Don’t help me down," she said gently. "Just make sure you always walk ahead of me."

Edmund, who had instinctively reached out to take her hand, immediately pulled it back and gave her a stiff nod.

[What if she trips?] he thought nervously. [What if she falls just because I didn’t help her out of the carriage?]

The distance from the carriage to the ground wasn’t that far, there was no high risk of falling.

Besides, Callen was already there, offering his hand to help her step down safely.

Callen, however, couldn’t hide his surprise when the king simply turned and walked ahead, without saying a word, without even glancing back at his wife.

It felt ... off.

Before Callen’s thoughts wandered too far, Primrose leaned in and whispered to him, "His Majesty isn’t doing this because he wants to. Whatever you see from now on ... just remember, it’s just part of the act."

She didn’t explain it in detail, but Callen understood enough.

There was no trouble between them, at least, not the kind he had feared.

Though curiosity still lingered in his mind, he wisely chose to keep them to himself.

"Greetings, Your Majesty."

The Marquess of Moonshadow, Thalen, stepped forward with a smile and bowed to Edmund as they finally met face-to-face.

But while he greeted the king politely, he didn’t even spare a glance at Primrose, who followed quietly a few steps behind her husband, as if she didn’t even exist.

Same as her, Raven also stood quietly behind her husband, saying nothing, doing nothing.

She simply stood there like a mannequin on display.

Half of her face was hidden behind a sheer veil, and she wore a long-sleeved gown that covered nearly all of her skin.

[Her Majesty is here ... but how could I face her in this condition?] Raven thought to herself.

Primrose’s eyes moved subtly up and down as she observed Raven’s appearance.

Since the veil was slightly transparent, she could still see the faint outline of Raven’s face, and her heart clenched when she saw the bruises on Raven’s cheek.

Without meaning to, she clenched her hands tightly at her sides.

She then turned and sent a sharp glare toward the Marquess of Moonshadow.

Thalen had the face of a respectable nobleman, who was neatly dressed, polished in appearance, and had a good posture.

But beneath the elegant clothes and the charming smile was a mind filled with rot and filth.

Just looking at him made Primrose feel sick to her stomach.

[I thought His Majesty didn’t bring his wife out in public because he was ashamed of her,] the Marquess thought.

[But she’s beautiful ... even more beautiful than my own wife. No wonder he wants to bring her with him.]

[If only she wasn’t his queen ... I’d train her to be a perfect sex slave.]

Primrose’s eyes widened slightly. Without even thinking, she moved closer until she was completely hidden behind Edmund’s broad back, shielding herself from the Marquess’s gaze.

If only Edmund knew what that rotten man was thinking about her, the Lycan King would have drawn his sword and cut off the Marquess’s head without hesitation.

He hadn’t even properly looked at her, and yet his mind was already filled with such disgusting, vile things.

Primrose wanted nothing more than to throw her arms around her husband and beg him to take her away from that place.

"Your Majesty, I sincerely apologize for not giving you a proper welcome upon your arrival," the Marquess said with a pleasant smile.

"Yesterday, I only sent my son in my place because my wife has been unwell, and I had to care for her."

[This foolish woman always causes trouble,] he thought coldly, sneaking a glance at Raven.

[If she hadn’t acted up yesterday, I wouldn’t have had to punish her so harshly.]

What could Raven have possibly done to deserve treatment like that?

"There’s no need to apologize," Edmund replied, his gaze shifting slightly to the side, as if glancing back at his wife.

But the look he gave made it seem like he was irritated with her.

"Actually, it was because of my wife," he added in a cold tone. "She wouldn’t stop nagging. That’s why I didn’t have the time to send you a letter."

Primrose was taken aback for a moment, surprised by how easily he shifted into a tone filled with annoyance and disappointment, acting perfectly like a husband who was tired of his wife.

Even Raven seemed caught off guard. [Why is His Majesty acting like that?] she thought. [Doesn’t he adore his wife? Or ... was it all just something Her Majesty made up?]

But forget what others were thinking, Edmund himself could barely stand what he’d just said.

[Nagging? Seriously? Who the hell am I calling a nag? How dare I speak about her like that?]

[Will she be angry with me? But ... she’s the one who asked me to be cruel to her for a while.]

[Still ... wasn’t that too cruel? What if I actually hurt her feelings?]

Without anyone noticing, Primrose reached out and gently traced a word on his back with her finger.

Her movement was so subtle, no one else could see it, but Edmund felt it.

"I’m fine."

That was all she wrote, but it was enough to calm the storm inside him.

Enough to reassure him that her heart hadn’t been wounded by his words.

"Wives are always like that," the Marquess added with a chuckle. "They love making things difficult for us."

Edmund had to force himself not to react. [My wife never makes things difficult for me, not for a little.]

"The weather is colder today, Your Majesty," the Marquess said as he stepped aside, gesturing for Edmund to enter the manor. "It’s better if we continue our conversation inside."

Just before walking in, Edmund paused and turned his head slightly.

"Marquess," he said coolly, "do you mind if we speak in private? Without our wives present?"

He added, "The matters I need to discuss are quite important, and I don’t think our wives would be able to follow the conversation."

And then, just seconds later, he delivered the cruelest line of all. "They’re a little too stupid for that, after all."

He looked calm and indifferent on the outside, but inside, Primrose could hear that he was barely holding it together.

[WHERE IS A KNIFE? SOMEONE HAND ME A KNIFE. I NEED TO CUT MY OWN TONGUE RIGHT NOW!]