The Mind-Reading Mate: Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me?!

Edmund couldn't help but feel guilty. He had been thinking way too many dirty thoughts about his wife without realizing she could hear everything loud and clear.

However, the guilt gradually faded when Primrose found out that his wolf had filtered out most of the dirty words Edmund had in his mind.

Still, weren't those filtered dirty thoughts already perverted enough? What kind of words had his wolf hidden from her?

Primrose was curious, but also felt it might be better if she never found out.

She had a feeling that if she found out, she'd either get super embarrassed or worse, get turned on instantly.

"Are you really sure you can still sleep in the same bed with me?" Edmund helped Primrose sit down on the bed and made sure there was nothing near her feet. "I … I'm still not sure I can stop thinking."

[Actually, I think even more at night.] Edmund suddenly froze as he realized something. [Wife, I'm sorry, it feels like I'm ignoring you if I talk to myself, but I—]

"That's alright," Primrose said. "Edmund, you can think like usual. I won't invade your thoughts unless I need to, and to answer your question—yes, I don't mind sleeping next to you."

Besides, once Leofric came back, maybe he could help her learn to control this mind-reading thing, so she didn't have to get headache all the time.

Primrose did think that too many people already knew about her ability, but she was also sure that sooner or later, Leofric would find out about it anyway.

As for Salem and Raven … well, Primrose believed they were trustworthy enough not to suddenly betray her in the future.

And even if that happened, at least she had one more secret ability, something only Edmund and Leofric knew about.

"I'm sorry. I don't mean to blame you for something you can't control." Edmund sat beside her with a heavy sigh. "I'm just not used to letting someone else hear my thoughts."

[My wolf can hear me too, but that's different.]

His wolf had been in his head since the day he was born, so of course Edmund had grown used to it.

"I understand that," Primrose nodded. "Honestly, I was pretty freaked out too when I found out you'd planted so many spying devices in my room."

Edmund looked away, clearly guilty. "I'm sorry about that."

Primrose sighed but then gave him a playful smile. "Well, since we're both acting like stalkers, how about we just stop hiding it? You already know I can read your mind, so why don't you tell me everything you turned into a spy?"

She held out her hand. "Are we making a deal?"

Edmund hesitated for a second but eventually took her hand and shook it. "Alright," he said. "I'll tell you."

Since Primrose had just moved rooms, he hadn't placed too many devices yet.

But his definition of "not too many" turned out to be … ten, and all ten were set up to catch every single corner of her bedroom.

"How can you see me through a vase?!" Primrose pointed at the flower vase beside her bed. "It doesn't even have eyes like a doll!"

Edmund replied calmly, "I don't need something with eyes to see you." He continued, "As long as the surface of the object can reflect an image, I can see through it, like a mirror, this porcelain vase, or a doll's eyes."

Primrose picked up the vase from the table and inspected the porcelain surface, which was so clean that her face reflected clearly in it.

"Did you also put something like this in my bathroom?" Primrose asked.

Edmund immediately turned his face away, and the tips of his ears turned red. "I … I did not."

Primrose narrowed her eyes and listened to his thoughts.

[Wife, I swear, I would never go that far!]

"I believe you," she said gently.

Edmund turned back to her, surprised. "Really?"

Primrose nodded, smiling warmly. "I know my husband. He might be a little shameless … but he's not that shameless."

Truthfully, she was sure that Edmund hadn't placed anything to spy on her in the bathroom because if he had, he would've already known about her conversation with Hazelle.

Good thing her husband wasn't that creepy. At least he still had some sense of shame to not spy on his wife in the bathroom.

"Wife, I—I'll throw all of these things away!" Edmund said, quickly taking the vase from her hands like it was cursed. "I swear, I won't put any more spying devices near you again!"

Primrose took the vase back from him and chuckled. "That's fine, you don't have to do that. After all, I do barge into your mind all the time, so … yeah, I guess this makes us even. Just make sure to tell me where you put all your spying stuff, okay?"

As long as Primrose knew about them, she didn't really mind.

Besides, ever since Edmund had started taking care of her needs, she hadn't needed any alone time for herself anyway.

"How about … I put a spell on your ring too?" Edmund suddenly asked.

"Oh? This one?" Primrose lifted her hand and showed him the wedding ring on her finger.

Honestly, she was a little surprised he hadn't already done that. The ring had a big gemstone, it was so perfect for spying through.

But knowing Edmund, there was a good chance he'd been too excited when he first gave it to her and simply forgot to enchant it.

And afterward, he probably didn't dare ask for the ring back because he was afraid she'd think he wanted a divorce or something.

"It's not like I want to spy on you all the time, everywhere," Edmund said. "But putting a spell on your ring would make it much easier for me to check on you."

Primrose looked down at the ring and quietly thought about it.

If she agreed, that would basically mean she'd lose any chance to keep things from him.

There were no more secret plans, there were no more doing things behind his back.

But … was there any point in hiding things from him anymore?

He already knew about her mind-reading ability and he already knew about her rebirth.

Honestly, Primrose didn't have any secrets left.

Besides, they had both agreed to build a stronger, better marriage than the one they had in their past life, and trust was the first step to making that happen.

"I don't mind," she said softly, slipping the ring off her finger and handing it to him. "Actually … I think I'd feel safer knowing you're always watching over me, even when we're not together."

"But … can I have something like that too?" she added. "I mean, sure, I can read your mind, but I can't see you when we're apart. It's not that I think it's unfair or anything, but … I also want to see you all the time, or at least know you're safe."

It was a little ridiculous, of course.

What was she even thinking? Wanting to "keep an eye" on the mighty Lycan King?

It's not like he could get hurt that easily, unlike her.

Besides, even if she did see him getting hurt, what could she actually do? It's not like she could suddenly transform into a wolf and go save him.

Still … was it really so wrong to want to watch over her husband too?

Even if she couldn't really do anything to protect him, at the very least, she wanted to know what he was doing or if something bad ever happened to him.

More than anything, she just wanted to be closer to her husband. Closer than ever before.

"I can do that too, as long as you give me a few drops of your blood," Edmund said. "I can put the same spell on my ring, so you'll be able to see me as well."

Primrose didn't mind at all giving her blood. She calmly held out her hand to her husband, letting him prick her finger with a needle and collect a few drops of her blood, which he then placed into a tiny vial.

"I'll need some time to do this, so maybe … I'll take your ring for a while," Edmund said hesitantly. "Is that alright?"

Since adding the blood to the ring's enchantment was a bit complicated, Edmund wouldn't be able to finish it quickly. In fact, he might even need help from a jeweler.

Because of that, Primrose wouldn't be able to wear her wedding ring for a few days.

She glanced down at her now bare ring finger, and somehow … it looked and felt strange, like she was missing a piece of her soul.

"Just … make sure you don't take too long," Primrose said. "I really like that ring."

Edmund clenched his fist, holding the ring tightly in his hand.

He didn't say a word, but his mind was bursting with excitement. [MY WIFE LOVES HER RING SO MUCH!]

[THAT MEANS SHE ALSO LOVES ME THAT MUCH!]