The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 239

Chapter 239: Between Sweet Smiles and Rotten Intentions

The journey back from the capital to the palace went smoothly.

Dante didn’t suddenly take off running; instead, he walked rather sluggish, probably because he’d stuffed himself with too much food and now couldn’t move properly.

Still, it was better like this than having him run around like a lunatic.

Once they arrived at the palace, Edmund asked the soldiers to take Dante for a walk around the palace grounds. It was supposed to help him digest everything he’d eaten, or in simpler terms, Edmund just didn’t want his horse getting fat and too slow to run.

Primrose shook her head and chuckled softly. "I honestly can’t believe he’s supposed to be a warhorse."

She watched as the soldiers tried pulling Dante, asking him to keep moving. However, the horse was too lazy to budge.

Every time they encouraged him to walk, he flopped onto the ground like a spoiled child refusing to do chores.

"He’s completely different on the battlefield," Edmund explained. "But for some reason ... every time we come back to the palace, he gets ridiculously lazy. It’s like I have two completely different horses."

Then again, weren’t people like that too? People tended to become lazy when they had nothing to do, even Primrose was the same.

"Maybe you need to motivate him a little," she suggested with a shrug. "Try scattering food along the way."

Unexpectedly, Edmund let out a soft chuckle. "I should try that." He then lowered his gaze to her feet, which were hidden beneath her skirt. "Are your feet still hurting? I can make you feel better ... if you want me to."

Primrose was about to answer, but her words died in her throat when she noticed Silas and Hazelle strolling around the palace grounds. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

What were they even doing out here at this hour?

Was Silas deliberately doing that to catch her attention?

After all, she hadn’t seen him again and had refused every one of his requests for a regular check-up, always saying she was busy or just didn’t feel like seeing anyone.

He must be frustrated that his plans weren’t working. Even though Salem was gone from the palace, word had spread that Edmund had become her personal poison tester.

With that kind of protection, Silas probably didn’t dare try anything sneaky.

Kind of funny, wasn’t it? He hated the Lycan King so much, yet didn’t have the guts to go against him.

"I think I’ll ask Dr. Silas to examine me," Primrose said casually, her eyes still locked on Silas, who had just stopped walking and was staring back at her with his usual fake, polite smile.

"Dr. Silas? But ... but I think you’d feel better faster if I was the one healing you," Edmund said in a softer tone, but Primrose could tell he was really hoping she’d change her mind.

Seriously? She still didn’t understand why her husband was so obsessed with licking her feet.

Sure, she could clean them until there wasn’t a speck of dirt left, but still ... they were feet. They were supposed to be the dirtiest part of the body. Why would anyone want to put their tongue on that?

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