The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 252

Chapter 252: The Honey Badger’s Regret

As soon as Edmund left her chamber, Primrose let out a sigh of relief. It was comforting to have her husband by her side since morning, but for some reason, his presence had also made her feel a little on edge.

She just didn’t want him to think she wanted to die so badly that she willingly stepped into a poisoned bath.

"Your Majesty." Primrose’s thoughts immediately shattered the moment she heard Raven speak. "I was supposed to stay home for a full month," she said with a shrug, "but I can see you’re not really the traditional type."

Primrose held her breath for a moment. She remembered how widows were usually expected to lock themselves away for an entire month after their husband’s death to honor their late husbands.

But since she’d been dragged out by soldiers, people would surely say she was disrespecting both the widow’s mourning period and her late husband.

Well ... that part was true. Who in their right mind would mourn the Marquess?

Still ... was Raven upset about it? Even if she didn’t seem to care much about her own late husband, she was still expected to follow the tradition for her family’s honor, at least.

Before Primrose could say anything, Raven spoke first. "I’m not someone who strictly follows tradition either," she said, pulling off her black mourning veil and tossing it aside like it meant nothing. "It’s kind of ridiculous, honestly. Telling a widow she can’t leave the house?"

[Wouldn’t it be more fun if I took a vacation to some faraway land after my husband died?] Raven thought. [What’s the point of having a husband anyway? Once they die, their living wives finally get a taste of freedom.]

Primrose let out a soft hiss under her breath. Sure, if a woman had suffered in an abusive marriage, of course she’d celebrate her husband’s death.

But if her husband had been a good man ... then stepping outside the house might feel impossible.

For Primrose—although she knew it was impossible for Edmund to die before her—she felt like if he ever died before her ... she wouldn’t be able to leave the house for years.

She would cry until her tears turned into blood.

"That’s why you don’t have to worry, Your Majesty," Raven said. "I’m actually glad you called me. You’ve done so much for me, so now it’s time for me to return the favor."

Standing next to her, Salem rolled his eyes and muttered under his breath, "I’m not exactly thrilled to be here. I was hoping for a long vacation."

Primrose let out a soft laugh, but there was no warmth in it. It was the kind of laugh people made when they were barely holding back frustration.

"Sir Vesper ... didn’t you say I hired you to be my poison expert?" she asked, tilting her head. "Doesn’t that mean you’re responsible if I end up poisoned like this?"

She hadn’t even brought up how Salem had abandoned her when the tiger tribe was after her.

Yes, she knew Salem had gone to Edmund and told him where she was, which helped save her. But still ... It hurts. She was upset—or maybe even heartbroken—that the one person she trusted most had left her behind.

"And yet here I am, Your Majesty," Salem said with a heavy sigh as he walked toward her. "Well ... even if I was kind of forced to be here, it’s still good to see you again."

Honestly, she had expected him to brush it off with some smug excuse like, ’You didn’t pay me enough to fight tigers,’ or ’You’re not a child, I don’t have to babysit you.’

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