The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 394

Chapter 394: Something That She Doesn’t Understand

It was always easy to flatter someone who was full of themselves. Just a few sweet words and a sprinkle of compliments were enough to make Arabella’s heart flutter with pride.

What she didn’t realize, however, was that the more she flaunted her wedding ring in front of others, the more pathetic she would look once Edmund announced that the Duke and Duchess had risked the kingdom’s food supply just to fund their lavish lifestyle.

The very ring she thought would make people admire her would soon become the reason for her own downfall.

"Once again, thank you for inviting me, Your Majesty," said Brielle as their little tea party finally came to an end.

Arabella was still glowing from all the compliments Primrose had given her. She couldn’t wait to show off her ring to everyone she passed on her way home.

Meanwhile, Mirelle was happily handing out her new perfume line to all the ladies, each one packed inside a cute pink gift box.

On the other hand, Naveer was itching to meet Lorelle. But since she couldn’t mention Lorelle’s name in front of the others, she waited patiently until everyone had left.

"There’s no need to thank me." Primrose smiled softly at Brielle. "Your presence really makes me feel at ease. I’ll be sure to invite you to the palace again soon, Lady Brielle."

Then she turned to the other women. "And of course, all of you as well. Maybe next time, I’ll invite even more ladies to join us."

"That’s a wonderful idea, Your Majesty!" Mirelle said with a bright grin. "If you invite more married ladies next time, I’ll bring some special souvenirs for everyone!"

"Lady Mirelle, how shameless!" Brielle exclaimed, shocked that Mirelle dared to speak so casually to the Queen of Noctvaris. "It’s Her Majesty’s choice who she wants to invite, you can’t just ask her to invite people you like!"

"It’s alright, it’s alright." Primrose quickly waved her hands to calm them down so the pleasant atmosphere wouldn’t be ruined. "I’m not offended by Lady Mirelle’s words at all."

A moment later, Mirelle thought to herself,

[Old people always ruin young people’s fun! Shameless this, shameless that, she even took the perfume I gave her!]

[If anyone should be called shameless, it’s Lady Brielle!]

Primrose sighed inwardly. Bringing so many noblewomen together in one room was always a difficult challenge.

In the past, she never thought too much about it because she couldn’t read their thoughts. But now that she could hear everything they were thinking, she had a headache throughout the entire tea party.

They smiled sweetly and said polite words, but their thoughts often betrayed them.

However, Primrose could understand it. Society—whether people realized it or not—had always pitted women against each other.

Whether it was to catch the attention of a rich nobleman or to prove they were prettier or better than another lady, it had always been like this since she was young, and sadly, nothing had changed.

"Very well, Your Majesty," Brielle said, clearing her throat as she realized she had also been rude in front of the Queen of Noctvaris. "I was just a bit worried that Lady Mirelle might offend you."

She turned to Mirelle and said sincerely, "I’m truly sorry for yelling at you earlier, Lady Mirelle. I guess I was just a bit surprised because of our generation gap."

To Primrose’s surprise, Brielle was quick to admit her mistake, something rare among older noblewomen.

Mirelle, on the other hand, wasn’t the type to hold grudges unless someone had done something unforgivable. So she immediately accepted Brielle’s apology. "That’s alright, Lady Brielle. I was being a bit rude myself."

Primrose couldn’t help but smile. It was almost shocking how quickly the two of them had made peace.

"Since the sun is about to set," she said warmly, "I suppose it’s time to say goodbye. Thank you all for coming and making my little tea party so lively today."

The ladies finally left one by one, their voices fading down the hallway.

However, before Mirelle left, she handed Primrose another gift bag, this one was even bigger than the perfume box.

"A little something extra for Your Majesty," she said with a playful wink before curtsying and walking away.

Primrose looked down, eyeing the suspiciously large gift box in her hand. She felt the urge to open it but, at the same time, didn’t really want to know what Mirelle had put inside.

"Your Majesty."

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