The Mind-Reading Mate: Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me?!-Chapter 208: The Queen Who Manipulates People

Edmund stood up quickly and walked away without even looking back. His steps were fast, almost desperate, as if he couldn’t get away from her soon enough.

"No! No! Wait!" Primrose’s heart dropped the moment she realized he had completely misunderstood her reaction. "Edmund, stop! Please!"

She chased after him without thinking, her dress catching on the grass, her breath catching in her throat.

Yes, she was shocked by what he said, who wouldn’t be? But that didn’t mean she saw him as a monster.

In fact ... she didn’t feel afraid of him at all. If anything, she felt sorry for him.

She felt genuinely sad for him.

She knew Edmund wasn’t a psychopath who took pleasure in killing. She knew, deep down, the boy he used to be didn’t kill because he was cruel.

Maybe it was something he had to do to survive.

Maybe it was just an accident.

But whatever the reason was, Primrose was sure of one thing, that moment was probably the root of everything. The reason why Edmund always thought of himself as a monster.

The reason he believed he was broken. The reason he thought he didn’t deserve love.

Because from the moment he could remember, he had lived with blood on his hands ... and death at his feet.

"Edmund! Please don’t run away from me!" Primrose shouted as loud as she could, but he kept walking, pretending not to hear her.

A few soldiers who passed by turned their heads in confusion, unsure if they should step in or pretend they didn’t hear anything.

[Are they fighting? This is the first time I’ve seen them argue.]

[Is His Majesty cheating on his wife?!!]

There could be so many reasons for a couple to fight, and that was the first thing they came up with?!

If Edmund was cheating, wouldn’t he be the one chasing after her, not the other way around?

"You there!" Primrose pointed to a nearby soldier. "Yes, you! Help me—" She bent forward, hands on her knees as she tried to catch her breath because she couldn’t keep up with her husband’s pace. "Help me restrain my husband and bring him back to me."

The soldier’s face immediately turned pale. "W-what? Me?" He slowly backed away from her. "I—I don’t dare ... I really don’t dare restrain the King!"

Primrose straightened up and gave him a sharp glare. "But you do dare to ignore your Queen’s order?"

The poor soldier glanced back and forth between her and Edmund, who was getting farther and farther away. He looked like he wanted to say something, but in the end, he just stood there like a statue.

[Why does Her Majesty look scary too tonight?!]

[Is His Majesty really cheating on her? Is that why she’s this angry?!]

Primrose let out a frustrated sigh and put her hands on her hips. "Fine. Forget it." She straightened her posture and exhaled hard. "There’s no point in chasing him if he doesn’t want to be caught."

If Edmund really didn’t want to be caught by her, then no one, not even the entire palace guard would be able to catch him.

Besides, if he was trying to avoid her, he might not even go back to his room, and even if he did, there was no guarantee he’d open the door for her.

But would Primrose give up trying to talk to her husband? Not a chance.

She had sworn to herself, sworn to the gods, that she wouldn’t let misunderstandings ruin her marriage in this lifetime.

Her eyes slowly shifted toward the lake near the stables. She had never been particularly interested in the lake because it wasn’t exactly eye catching.

It was surrounded by wild grass, mostly used by horses for resting or by young soldiers learning how to swim.

Still, she had an idea.

"So, tell me ..." Primrose turned to the soldier. "How deep is that lake?"

The soldier blinked at her, confused. "The edges are about two meters deep. The middle part is maybe ten. Why do you ask, Your Majesty?"

Primrose suddenly turned to him, grabbing his shoulders tightly. "Can you swim?"

The soldier nodded quickly. "Yes."

"So, here’s the thing," Primrose said seriously. "If my husband doesn’t save me within five minutes, I want you to jump into the lake and pull me out."

"What?" The soldier stared at her in horror. "What are you saying, Your Majesty? You’re not actually thinking of jumping into the lake, are you?"

Primrose lifted the corners of her lips into a wide smile, so wide and unsettling that it made the soldier take a small step back. "If my husband doesn’t want me to chase after him, then I’ll make him come back to me on his own."

"Five minutes. Got it?" she said firmly. "Don’t move a muscle before that."

After patting him lightly on the shoulder, she turned and walked away.

Just before she got too far, the soldier called out nervously, "B-But Your Majesty ... you can swim, right?"

She glanced over her shoulder and smiled. "Not at all."

The soldier’s face was drained of color. "W-What?!"

But by then, Primrose had already turned her back to him, walking confidently toward the lake like a queen heading to battle.

"Edmund! Edmund, why are you leaving me?!" She called out dramatically, though her voice wasn’t nearly as loud as before.

Step by step, she inched closer to the edge of the water, pretending to stumble over a rock and—

Splash!

She fell into the lake.

Gasps erupted from the soldiers nearby, followed by immediate chaos.

"Your Majesty!"

"Someone help the Queen!"

But no one moved. Not after hearing her last command.

The soldier she’d spoken to stood like a statue, sweat dripping down his face as he repeated, "She said five minutes ... five minutes ..."

Beneath the surface, Primrose’s dress floated around her like petals unfolding underwater. Her eyes were still open, and for a brief moment, she wondered if she’d gone too far with this plan.

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"Help! Edmund!" She kicked upward, breaking the surface, calling his name again and again.

She kept calling his name, her voice trembling just enough to sound convincing.

Somewhere in the back of her mind, a memory suddenly came to her.

Her father, Lazarus, once told her there was something about her that worried him.

Primrose had always been sweet and kind to others. But sometimes, just sometimes, her father noticed she had a way of using little tricks to get what she wanted.

The way she used her smile, her charm, her beauty, and when all else failed she used her tears.

She made people feel sorry for her.

She manipulated them, and most of the time, no one even realized they were being manipulated because it came from someone as gentle and lovely as Primrose.

But the most terrifying part was ... Primrose herself didn’t even realize she was doing it.

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