The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 251

Chapter 251: Kissing Your Wife Is Not A Bad Thing

[If my wife offers me something and insists on it,] he thought to himself, [then I should accept it without question.]

Primrose leaned against Edmund’s shoulder as he sat beside her, still holding his stack of reports.

She tried to follow along, curious about how her husband worked. But halfway through, she lost interest and began rubbing her cheek against his shoulder or occasionally pinching his bicep just to feel her husband’s hard muscle.

[How am I supposed to focus when my adorable wife keeps distracting me?] Edmund sighed quietly to himself. [All I want to do is throw these papers aside and pull her into my arms.]

Honestly, Primrose didn’t understand why Edmund always said he couldn’t concentrate whenever she was beside him.

She thought he would be distracted, sure, but the moment she watched him closely, he looked like someone who had just downed a whole bottle of energy tonic.

He was working so quickly that her eyes couldn’t even keep up with the movement of his hands.

[I need to work faster, so I can cuddle with my wife!]

So, that was the reason.

If that was the kind of motivation he needed, maybe she should visit his study room more often.

Who knew? It might finally stop the palace advisors from complaining that the King was too slow with his paperwork.

"Husband," Primrose called softly, her voice sweet and teasing, "I want to kiss you ... but if I do it now, you’ll definitely get distracted. So how about this ... you finish your work in thirty minutes, and I’ll give you a proper kiss and hug."

Primrose was really just teasing him. Even if he didn’t finish within thirty minutes, she still would’ve kissed and hugged him anyway.

But to her surprise, those playful words lit a fire under Edmund. He started working like the fate of the kingdom depended on it.

[My wife wants to kiss me! My wife wants to kiss me!]

[Faster. I need to work faster. No distractions. Just pure efficiency.]

[But, wait ...]

Suddenly, Edmund froze. He looked up from the reports and turned to face her. "You’re still recovering, my wife," he said, his voice gentle. "I’m afraid ... if I do something reckless, it might make your condition worse."

Primrose frowned. "Kissing your wife isn’t a bad thing," she said. "Besides, it’s my legs that are hurt, not my lips. So there’s absolutely no reason you can’t kiss me, husband."

Edmund hesitated, which made her tilt her head in confusion. Why did he have to think so hard about something so simple?

Eventually, he said softly, "I’m sorry ... I just don’t want to make things worse." He lowered his gaze. "I really don’t want to see you hurt anymore."

Primrose’s expression softened. She reached up, cupped his face, and smiled. "You’ve done so much for me today. Not even once have you made me suffer." She gently pulled him in and kissed his cheek. "There. That’s your first kiss. I’ll kiss your lips once you finish your work."

Edmund didn’t resist anymore. In fact, he suddenly gained a hidden burst of energy and finished all his work in under thirty minutes—maybe even less—before tossing all the papers onto the floor and kissing his wife’s lips.

Primrose blinked in surprise. For a moment, she wondered if her husband had been possessed by some workaholic ghost.

But the moment his arms wrapped tightly around her and his lips brushed hers so gently, so sincerely, all of her thoughts suddenly vanished.

She felt warm, safe, and as if every bad thing that had happened that day no longer mattered.

How could a single kiss have such a powerful effect?

Unfortunately, he didn’t kiss her for long, not even three minutes.

"I’m sorry," Edmund said softly, his eyes filled with a hint of guilt. "I’m afraid ... if we keep going, I might lose control. Would just hugging me be enough for now?"

[I want to kiss my wife more,] he thought, [but I don’t think my boner will behave itself. I could take care of it myself, but I don’t want to leave her alone for too long.]

He was so considerate it made Primrose’s heart ache a little. She buried her face in his chest and whispered, "A hug is more than enough."

Even if all they could do was hold hands, it would still be more than enough for her because his presence alone was everything.

Edmund was enough.

She didn’t want to let go of their embrace, but then, a knock on the door broke the moment.

It was Callen’s voice from outside. "Your Majesty, Sir Vesper and Lady Raven have arrived!"

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