The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 373

Chapter 373: The Husband Who Became a Puppy

"Wife ... they’re my ears," Edmund muttered, his voice low with embarrassment as Primrose continued stroking them for a little too long, as though she were petting a dog.

"I know," she replied softly. Instead of letting him go, she pulled him closer, wrapping her arms around him and letting his head rest against her chest. "But they’re so soft."

His ears suddenly folded back on their own, as if showing that their owner felt threatened or maybe ... just embarrassed.

"Don’t you think this appearance makes me look disgusting?" Edmund asked quietly, turning his gaze away. "I look like a dog."

Primrose smiled, her voice full of warmth. "What’s wrong with that? I love dogs. They’re cute, loyal ... and so precious." She leaned down, brushing her lips against his temple. "But you’re not a dog, Edmund. You’re my husband, and I love my husband."

Edmund’s chest tightened at her words, and for a moment he couldn’t bring himself to speak.

His wolf ears twitched, then perked up ever so slightly, betraying his mood more honestly than his face ever could. They flicked forward like a happy pup, showing just how deeply her words had touched him.

Slowly, he turned back to her. "I love you too, wife," he said, his voice low but full of sincerity.

At last, Primrose stopped playing with Edmund’s wolf ears and guided him back down to bed. "Alright, let’s drink your medicine first," she said. "Do you need some water?"

Before Edmund could answer, she had already poured water into a glass and set it beside him. "We need to change your clothes too, or maybe use warm water to clean your body a little."

She helped him sit up carefully, then pressed the medicine into his hand along with the glass. "Here, drink this. I’ll ask Marielle to bring a basin of warm water and a towel." After a brief pause, she added with a smile, "And maybe some food too. We need breakfast."

All this time, Edmund had always been the one taking care of her, so he never expected his wife to do the same for him.

But to his surprise, Primrose was handling it so well—almost too well—that he couldn’t help but wonder if she had taken care of another man before.

"I used to take care of my father whenever he got sick," Primrose explained before Edmund’s thoughts could wander too far.

She buttoned his shirt after wiping his body gently with warm water. "He was always a little needy and only wanted me to look after him. That’s why ... I’ve grown used to caring for someone when they’re unwell."

"But just make sure you don’t fall out of bed." Primrose pressed a little kiss to his cheek after buttoning his shirt. "It’s impossible for me to carry you back."

Maybe she could, but only at the cost of breaking her hips. Or perhaps she could drag him little by little until he was back in bed.

"You can ask Leofric to lift me if I fall," Edmund said softly. "But don’t worry, I won’t go anywhere until I’m feeling better."

[Besides ... it feels really nice to be spoiled by my wife,] Edmund thought lazily.

"It also feels nice to pamper you, husband," Primrose said suddenly, making Edmund freeze for a moment.

Even now, she still found it funny how her husband kept forgetting about her mind-reading ability. Leofric even never forgot, but Edmund somehow always did.

"I’m sorry for troubling you, my wife," he said at last.

Primrose frowned, her eyes narrowing. "Don’t say that! I’ll really get angry if you keep calling yourself a burden to me."

Edmund pressed his lips together and wisely stayed quiet, deciding it was safer than accidentally provoking her.

Afterward, Primrose fed him porridge spoon by spoon and sent word to Leofric to handle Edmund’s duties for the day.

But to her surprise, Leofric didn’t look too well either. His face was pale, and his hair was left unkempt, as if he hadn’t bothered with it at all.

"I just had a rough night," Leofric said quickly, before Primrose could question his weary appearance. "Don’t worry about His Majesty’s duties, I’ll take care of them."

Primrose guessed he had probably spent the night trying to persuade Lorelle to go through with the ritual Naveer had suggested.

Even now, she thought their relationship was far too complicated, and even if Lorelle truly recovered, Primrose doubted that the scars left behind could ever fully heal.

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