The Mind-Reading Mate: Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me?!-Chapter 164: My Clingy Wife

"I only spoke with the Marquess for a short time," he continued. "But even from that short meeting, I could already tell, he’s the kind of man who deserves to be killed."

He had a point. The Marquess of Moonshadow was a rotten man.

But still, shouldn’t he have been a little more surprised that his wife was plotting murder?

"Actually, I’m glad to hear this," Edmund said.

Primrose blinked in confusion. "Glad? Which part of me wanting to kill someone could possibly make you feel relieved?"

"The world is cruel, my wife," Edmund said gently. "People born with hearts too soft will have a hard time surviving when conflict breaks out."

"I’ll never ask you to become heartless." He looked at her with understanding. "but in a world like ours ... sometimes having the strength to strike back against those who hurt you is necessary."

Primrose swallowed, staring at him without blinking. "So ... if, just hypothetically, I did kill someone, would you still not be mad at me?"

"I wouldn’t," Edmund said without hesitation. He took her hand gently and lifted it to his lips. "But if I may be a little selfish ... I hope these hands of yours never have to be stained with blood."

He paused, brushing his thumb over her fingers.

"Having the courage to kill is one thing," he said softly, "but I know it’s not easy to live with afterward. Sometimes it stays with you, leaving scars you can’t see, but ones that still hurt."

Primrose had planned to kill the Marquess, but the truth was, she had never killed anyone before.

She didn’t even know what it would feel like ... to watch someone actually die because of something she had done.

Even if it was someone like the Marquess. Even if he deserved it.

A part of her couldn’t help but wonder, would she feel relief? Would she feel guilt?

Or would she just feel ... empty?

But if it was necessary, then Primrose didn’t want to hesitate, not even for a moment.

Because at the end of the day, the one who would execute the Marquess was Raven herself.

"That’s why, my wife, if there’s someone you want gone, just tell me their name."

He looked into her eyes, full of love and sincerity. "Let me be the one to carry that burden."

Then he bent forward, pressing a soft kiss to the back of her hand, like a vow only she would ever hear. "Let me be the one to get my hands dirty for you."

"But that’s poison," Primrose said softly. She was touched by his words, but sometimes, a person had to die quietly. "There won’t be any blood on the floor ... or on my hands."

She hesitated before asking, "Do you think I’ll be able to live with myself after this? After killing someone because of my plan?"

Edmund lowered their joined hands, his gaze steady as it met hers. "I can’t answer that, because only you know your heart better than anyone else."

"But one thing I do know," he said gently, "is that I won’t let you carry this burden alone. Whatever sin this is ... it will be ours. Not just yours."

Primrose whispered, "Why..."

She didn’t finish the question. Her voice trembled, caught between guilt and confusion, but Edmund waited patiently, like he always did when she needed time to gather her thoughts.

"Why would you take on a sin that isn’t yours?" she finally asked, her voice barely louder than the breeze brushing past them. "Why would you offer to carry something like that, just because of me?"

When she was a little girl, Primrose used to dream of marrying a prince on a white horse.

A prince with a warm smile, a heart so pure he wouldn’t even hurt an ant, and not a single dark thought in his mind.

But life had taken a different path.

She never expected that she would end up marrying a man—still handsome, still gentle—but whose heart was far from pure, and whose hands had already been stained with so much blood.

Edmund wasn’t the sun. He was as dark as the midnight sky.

But even in the darkest sky, there were thousands of stars and an entire universe.

And in that vast, dark sky, there was room for everything, whether good and bad, light and shadow.

There was even space to carry the sin and guilt she couldn’t bear alone.

"Because you’re my wife," Edmund said without the slightest hesitation. "The moment I took that wedding oath, you became my responsibility."

"No matter what happens to you, it’s my duty to protect you, to keep you safe while I still have breath in my body. And if something’s too heavy for you to carry, I’ll carry it for you."

He didn’t say those words for show. He said it like someone who meant every single word.

"If you need help, anything at all, just tell me," he added gently. "I’ll do anything for you."

Primrose’s expression slowly changed. Her eyebrows lowered, and her lips trembled slightly. freewebnσvel.cѳm

Before Edmund could say anything, she suddenly began to cry, not loudly enough for anyone else to hear, but just enough to make her husband panic.

"Did ... did I say something wrong?" Edmund asked, worried. He leaned closer, unsure if he should touch her or give her space. "Did I upset you?"

"Upset me?" Primrose sobbed softly. "You make me so happy that I want to cry my heart out. How can you say things like that? It’s too beautiful!"

"I don’t deserve a husband like you!" she cried dramatically.

"But I also don’t want you to have another wife! Just stay with me, alright? Even if I cry too much, even if I waste all your money. Just ... stay with me until the day I die!"

Edmund wrapped his arms around her tightly, one hand gently cradling the back of her head while the other rubbed comforting circles along her back.

"I’ll only marry once in my life," he said softly.

"If I ever look at another woman, I’ll let you stab me in the eyes yourself," said Edmund.

Primrose, despite her tears, sniffled sharply. "I’m not going to stab your eyes!" she mumbled. "Just don’t look at anyone else in the first place!"

Edmund couldn’t help but smile faintly. He hadn’t expected his wife to suddenly act this clingy and jealous, especially over women who didn’t even exist.

But he loved it.

He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her hair. "I won’t," he promised.

"Even if one day you leave me first," he continued, "I’ll never choose another woman to be my mate. Not in this life, not in the next."

He gently tilted her chin up so she could see the honesty in his eyes. "So don’t ever worry. I belong to you. Only you."