The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 244

Chapter 244: The Queen’s Unhinged Behavior (II)

Primrose should’ve known that it’s never easy to earn the trust of someone who’s been hurt so deeply.

Just like her husband, who often didn’t believe her whenever she said he was handsome, Hazelle couldn’t bring herself to believe Primrose’s words. Or maybe ... she simply chose not to.

Fair enough.

If Primrose were in Hazelle’s shoes, she wouldn’t trust anyone either.

However, there was no way she could tell Hazelle that she reminded her of an old friend. Because let’s be honest, a reason like that wouldn’t be strong enough to reach her heart either.

How about saying she believed Hazelle had the potential to be a great doctor in the future?

No, what nonsense. Primrose didn’t know anything about medicine. She had never seen Hazelle save a life or do anything with those so-called "healing hands."

If she used that reason, Hazelle would probably think the same thing she did, ’what a load of nonsense.’

So ... what kind of reason could Primrose use to reach her heart?

"Ah, just as I thought," Primrose sighed, folding her arms across her chest as the smile slowly disappeared from her face. "You’re not someone who can be won over with pretty words."

If kindness and sweetness didn’t work ... then it was time to act.

Within seconds, her whole demeanor shifted, and she now looked like someone who had just revealed her most cunning villainous plan.

"You’re right," she said in a low, clear voice. "I don’t intend to set you free for nothing."

She continued, "I want to make a deal."

Hazelle blinked, startled by the sudden change in Primrose’s behavior. She didn’t speak, she just stood there, acting like a small animal waiting to see whether the predator would strike.

Primrose took a slow step closer, lowering her voice. "You see, I don’t need a sister just for appearances’ sake," she said. "What I need is someone who understands how Silas thinks. Someone who can outsmart him."

Hazelle’s brows furrowed. "What are you talking about?"

"I’m talking about you," Primrose replied. "You’ve been by his side for years. You know his routines, his weaknesses, his obsessions. If there’s anyone who can help me bring him down, it’s you."

Hazelle’s lips parted as if she wanted to protest, but no words came out. Instead, she thought quietly to herself, [I do know all that ... but what’s the point? The slave seal won’t let me speak badly about my master.]

[If I try, I’ll be punished.]

[That last punishment ... I still feel it sometimes. Like needles piercing my chest. I couldn’t sleep for three nights after that.]

Primrose fell silent too after hearing Hazelle’s thoughts.

At the end of the day, no matter what excuse Primrose used to gain Hazelle’s trust, she still wouldn’t be able to get any real information about Silas while that cursed seal remained on Hazelle’s body.

Not that she needed much more information about him anyway. The truth was, Primrose already had the perfect plan in place to ruin Silas. She just needed a little more time to set it into action.

Still, since she had already claimed that she wanted to know more about Silas, there was no harm in using that as part of her approach.

Unfortunately, before she could get anything truly valuable ... she would need to free Hazelle from the slave seal first.

"You don’t need to say anything bad about Silas right now," Primrose said softly. "I know the seal won’t allow it. That’s why I won’t ask you to betray him today. The only thing I want to know for now is ..."

She paused and extended her hand again. "Would you be willing to be my friend?"

The word friend was the safest term Primrose could use for now, something that the slave seal hopefully wouldn’t register as disloyal or harmful.

But Hazelle didn’t react right away. She stared at Primrose’s hand in silence, then asked quietly, "What if I don’t want to be your friend?"

Primrose narrowed her eyes just a little. She understood what Hazelle really meant. ’What if I don’t want to help you?’

"Then I won’t force you," Primrose answered calmly. "I truly want to help you, Hazelle. But if you keep pushing me away ... then there’s nothing more I can do."

Still, she didn’t lower her hand.

She just stood there and waited, offering Hazelle something she had never been given before: A choice, a chance, and even freedom.

Hazelle stared at the queen’s outstretched hand as if it were a blade, not a gesture of kindness.

It shouldn’t have been so hard, to reach out, to accept something so simple. But to Hazelle, it felt like the most terrifying thing in the world.

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