The Mind-Reading Mate: Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me?!-Chapter 211: You Matter to Me

He paused, then looked her in the eye with unbearable pain. "I killed my parents."

Primrose was taken aback. She didn’t say anything, not even blink. Her reaction was just as bad as when Edmund first told her that his first kill happened when he was only four years old.

That kind of reaction made Edmund panic, convincing him even more that he was a monster and that his wife must hate him.

[I should go. I should go before she says it out loud.]

"Stay ..." Primrose whispered urgently, snapping out of her shock. She reached out with trembling hands and grabbed his shoulders, holding him in place. "Stay here. Don’t you dare run away from me again!"

"Did ... did you not hear what I just said?" Edmund’s voice shook, hesitant, like he couldn’t believe she hadn’t already turned her back on him.

"I heard you." Her grip on him tightened. "I heard you, Edmund. Loud and clear."

[She heard me. She heard every word ... then why is she still here?] Edmund thought. [Shouldn’t she be screaming at me? Shouldn’t she be disgusted? Or maybe she’s just waiting for the right moment to push me into the lake?]

[If that’s what she wants ... I can jump into the lake myself.] freēwēbηovel.c૦m

He had just gotten angry at her for jumping into the lake, and now he was thinking of doing the same?

But ... he could swim, so it wouldn’t be dangerous for him—no, what the hell! No one was jumping into the lake anymore!

"I might’ve heard what you said," Primrose said gently, her voice like a breeze after a storm, "but that doesn’t mean I understand it."

"If you just drop something that heavy on me with no explanation, how am I supposed to know what really happened? I won’t know if you killed someone mentally, physically, or maybe only in your head."

Edmund’s expression darkened. "Isn’t the word ’kill’ enough for you to understand?" he said, voice low and bitter. "I killed my parents, not metaphorically, not emotionally. I really killed them with my own hands."

[No ... maybe not with my hands. I tore them apart in my wolf form.]

[But if I say that out loud, my wife will definitely think I’m a monster.]

Could he stop thinking that Primrose saw him as a monster?

"Alright," Primrose said softly. "You killed them."

Her voice didn’t tremble. Her hands didn’t pull away. Instead, she looked straight into his eyes, as if anchoring him there with her steady gaze.

"But why?" she asked, gently. "Tell me the reason. I need to hear the truth."

Others might assume that Edmund killed his parents simply because he was a cruel kid, but Primrose didn’t believe that.

She knew his mind. She knew her husband well enough to be certain that Edmund would never kill without a reason.

He would never do something that horrible just because he enjoyed it.

There had to be a reason.

"There’s no point," Edmund muttered, turning his face away, shame creeping into his voice. "It doesn’t matter anymore."

[Why should I tell her why I did it?] he thought bitterly. [At the end of the day, I still did it. I still killed them. That’s what matters.]

[I killed them because I couldn’t control the wolf inside me.]

[It was my fault. It was my fault.]

[I’m a mons—]

Before he could finish that cruel thought, Primrose pulled him into her arms and hugged him tightly.

She cradled the back of his head, holding him close against her chest, not letting him move away even if he tried.

"Edmund," she whispered his name with so much gentleness. Her eyes stared blankly at the lake in front of them, but her heart and mind were completely focused on the man in her arms.

"I think I already have a few guesses about why you did it." She paused for a moment, giving Edmund time to process her words. "But I want to hear it from you. I want you to tell me."

When she had met Leofric in the greenhouse, Primrose had accidentally heard a faint thought in his mind about Edmund.

It was just a simple thought, but it was enough to convince her that Edmund wasn’t a monster.

"No," Edmund replied in a low voice. "It doesn’t matter anymore." His blue eyes seemed to dim, losing all their light. "I killed them ... because I was a monster. I did something unforgivable."

"Then tell me the truth, Edmund," Primrose said gently. "Tell me how your parents treated you. Were they ever kind to you?"

That question made Edmund’s entire body go rigid.

Edmund’s whole body tensed. He reacted as if the question had physically hurt him.

Without thinking, he tried to push her away, his hands trembling. But Primrose refused to let him go. She held onto him with all her strength, even when he managed to push her back slightly, she pulled him into her arms again.

"It doesn’t matter," he repeated, almost like he was begging her to stop asking.

"It matters to me!" Primrose shouted.

This time, when he tried to push her again, she shoved him back with all the strength in her body until he fell onto his back.

She didn’t waste a second, she climbed on top of him and pinned him down by the shoulders.

"Everything about you matters to me!" she cried. "You know about my childhood, about my parents, about everything that happened to me before I came to this kingdom. But I know nothing about your past!"

"I don’t even know what kind of boy you were before you became the king." Her voice began to shake, and her expression slowly filled with sorrow. Without realizing it, tears began to fall from her eyes and landed on his face.

She wasn’t faking her tears.

She wasn’t pretending. She wasn’t crying to win his sympathy or to manipulate his heart.

She was truly feeling sad for him.

She wanted her husband to stop calling himself a monster.

She remembered what Leofric once thought in silence, words that pierced her heart even though they were never said out loud.

[I found it strange that his marriage turned out so well. But it’s good to see he finally found a love that made him gentler like this.]

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