The Mind-Reading Mate: Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me?!-Chapter 498: A Mother Is Still Human (II)
"So that’s why... my wife, my love, my Primrose..."
Edmund’s eyes softened, and his voice slowly melted into something warm and tender, barely above a whisper. "...you can cry as much as you need to. If your heart hurts, or even if your body hurts... you don’t have to hold it in."
He lifted his hand and gently brushed her cheek with his thumb. "And just so you know... I will never make fun of you for crying. Not now. Not ever."
Edmund had always known Primrose was someone who cried easily. Even Lazarus used to tell him, half helpless, half fond, that his daughter truly cried far too much.
At first, he thought that perhaps Lazarus was exaggerating. But after marrying PrimrosPrimrose shook her head lightly. "No," she said. "You’ve never been angry with me because of that."
Instead, Edmund would either pull her close or simply sit beside her in silence, waiting patiently until she felt better.
Truthfully, Primrose rarely cried in front of others. Tears shed for appearances—little acts meant to soften hearts—didn’t count. The only people who ever saw her real tears were her father and her husband.
When it came to her father, she had always believed it was only natural. After all, she was his daughter, and even though she had grown into an adult, Lazarus would always see her as his little girl.
But what about her husband?
Even when they had not yet fully opened their hearts to each other, Primrose had never felt ashamed to cry in front of him, and those were not fake tears, but her real feelings.
There is a saying that when we are in a place where we feel truly safe, we can no longer hold back the emotions within our hearts, whether it is cheerfulness, anger, or even sadness.
Perhaps that is also the reason why people are more prone to hurting those closest to them. Yet at the same time, they can show their pain without fear of being laughed at or pushed away.
Primrose had loved Edmund from the very beginning, even before they resolved all the misunderstandings between them. All this time, she had wondered why she could be that foolish. But what if she was not foolish at all?
What if she and Edmund had met a long time ago? In a lifetime they no longer remembered, just like the lifetime in which Rose had met Zarius.
She wasn’t completely sure, but for now, it was the only explanation that made sense to her.
"It’s alright." Edmund took a deep breath before pulling her back into his embrace once again. "How about we cry for the night, and then feel better in the morning?"
Primrose clutched his shirt tightly and rested her head against his broad chest. "You’re not even going to cry," she whispered.
Edmund smiled faintly. "Maybe not with tears... but my heart can cry with you." He gently stroked her hair. "You’re the most precious person in my life. When something bad happens to you, it hurts me too."
[Just like you, my wife... I have my own fears when I know someone wants to hurt you.] His thoughts echoed quietly in his mind. [I feel sad too...]
At first, anger had burned inside him. But slowly, that anger gave way to fear... and a deep, lingering sadness at the thought that he could have lost her.
Primrose said nothing after that. She simply leaned into him and cried softly, her tears soaking into his shirt. Edmund didn’t rush her. He only held her close, his hand moving gently along her back.
But the more he comforted her, the harder it became for Primrose to keep her emotions in. Soon, her soft tears turned into broken sobs.
In the end, the room was filled with the sound of her sobs, but Edmund said nothing and never mocked her, not even in his heart. All he wanted was to love her, to let her know she was safe with him, and that she would never be judged for her tears.
They held each other like that for a long time, until Primrose began to feel sleepy again and eventually fell asleep in his arms as the sun rose and its light slipped through the gaps in the window.
When she woke up, Primrose was still in Edmund’s embrace, and her cheeks still felt slightly damp. She turned her head to the side and saw that Edmund’s eyes were still closed.
He looked calm, peaceful, and almost boyishly adorable.
Primrose could not help but reach out and gently caress his cheek, her fingers brushing softly against his skin until he slowly woke from his sleep.
"Is it morning already?" Edmund asked in a hoarse voice. His eyes narrowed as he slowly sat up, clearly surprised that he had fallen asleep beside her.
Primrose nodded. "Yes... it’s morning." Her hands still clung lightly to his arm, as though she wasn’t quite ready to let go. "Do you have to leave?"
Edmund rubbed his eyes, trying to chase away the last traces of drowsiness. "It’s not that important."
Primrose gave him a look. "Don’t lie." Reluctantly, she released his arm. "This is about Veloria County, isn’t it?"
After crying so hard the previous night, Primrose’s mind and heart had finally begun to feel lighter. That was why she felt ready to hear about the troubles Edmund and Lazarus had been facing.
"Yes," Edmund admitted. "As I said yesterday, the problem is really complicated. That’s why Father and I couldn’t return to Illvaris immediately."
Primrose shook her head. "Don’t feel bad about that. I know you decided to delay your return because you knew Sir Leofric was protecting me."
If Leofric hadn’t been there, Primrose was certain that Edmund or her father would never have postponed their return, no matter what problem they were facing in Veloria County.
Edmund remained silent for a moment before finally saying, "Yesterday, we found many children who had been locked underground, beneath the factory built by the Count of Veloria."
"They’re not in very good condition for now, but..." Edmund tried to find the right words to explain the situation to Primrose. Before he could continue, his wife spoke. "Can I see them?"
