The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 439

Chapter 439: Getting Scolded by Father

Then, after a short moment, the music finally began to play, and Primrose swore on any God she could name, it was beautiful. Even more beautiful than any orchestra she had ever heard in her life.

Both Primrose and Edmund froze on the spot, staring at the music box like it was some kind of truly fascinating object.

And honestly, the music box was indeed interesting. It was an ancient item, something that might have been made thousands of years before Primrose was even born. Yet for some reason, the melody felt strangely familiar to her, like she had heard it over and over again in the past.

But from where? She couldn’t even recall a single orchestra that had ever played a melody like this.

And it seemed she wasn’t the only one who felt that way, her husband clearly thought the same. That strange mix of familiarity and distance made Primrose’s skin crawl, so she quickly shut the music box.

"Husband," she said softly. "Are you sure this music box isn’t some kind of magic item?"

Edmund closed his eyes for a moment, like he was trying to pull himself away from the lingering melody. "It’s just a normal music box," he finally said. "I didn’t sense any magic on it."

If it really didn’t have even a trace of magic, then why did it feel like both of them had fallen under a spell? Even Nina wanted it so much she was willing to become Primrose’s lady-in-waiting for a while.

"Maybe we shouldn’t use something we don’t understand yet." Primrose put the music box back into its container. "Let’s keep it stored for now."

Edmund looked like he wanted to say something, but stopped. Truthfully, compared to Primrose, he looked even more bewitched by the music box, like a little dazed, a little lost.

"Husband, are you alright?" Primrose asked.

Edmund finally looked into her eyes and nodded slowly. "I’m fine," he said. "I just... feel strange."

[It makes me miss my wife... even though she’s sitting right in front of me,] he thought. [Do I have another wife?]

"You have another wife?" Primrose’s sudden question snapped Edmund back to his senses.

He shook his head so fast it was almost funny. "No, I don’t have another wife." He grabbed her hand tightly. "I only have you. I only love you, my wife."

Primrose narrowed her eyes, watching the mighty Lycan King panic because of a thought he didn’t even mean to have.

Edmund had rarely seen Primrose jealous, but he always had a feeling that it was dangerous to find out what his wife might do when she really felt it.

"It’s probably just imaginary nostalgia," Primrose finally sighed softly. "A normal reaction when we’re near something very old."

People sometimes feel as if they’ve lived in an old castle the moment they step inside. Because of that, Primrose decided not to let herself sink into that strange feeling for too long.

"Father, please calm down," Edmund said gently. "I only sent the bill to you because we didn’t bring much money with us. In a few days, I’ll transfer the money back to you."

Before Lazarus could say anything else, Primrose placed the perfume she had won at the auction onto the table. "I bought this."

Lazarus’s eyes widened the moment he saw the bottle. He reached out, carefully picking it up as if it were something sacred.

"This..." he whispered, disbelief washing over his face. "This is... your mother’s perfume."

Primrose nodded and spoke softly, "Yes, it’s my mother’s perfume. After years of begging Madam Rachel to remake it, we finally get to see it again." She clicked her tongue. "Though honestly, I’m sure she purposely put it in the auction so we’d be forced to buy it for a high price."

Primrose had no doubt that Madam Rachel still remembered how Lazarus had begged her again and again to recreate that perfume. If she had even a little kindness, she would have offered it to Lazarus first instead of throwing it into an auction for strangers to fight over.

But whatever her reason was, Primrose didn’t care anymore.

The expression on her father’s face when he saw that perfume was priceless. No amount of money in the world could ever buy the spark in his eyes, the spark of a man who felt like he was seeing his wife for the first time all over again.

"This is truly her perfume." Lazarus slowly reached out toward the bottle, and without realizing it, tears slipped from the corners of his eyes. "Iriana... I finally bought your favorite perfume again."