"Let’s say... I have a way," Primrose said carefully. "Would you still be willing to help Hazelle?"
Raven blinked in confusion. "Your Majesty ... didn’t you hear what I said earlier? We can’t—"
"Just assume I can get the secret words," Primrose interrupted firmly. "Don’t worry about the how. Just answer my question."
Raven still looked hesitant, her brows slightly furrowed. But finally, she nodded and said, "Yes. I’m willing to help her, Your Majesty."
Primrose gave a small nod. "Good. That’s all I needed to hear." She placed her fingers against her chin, her mind working quickly. "Now listen carefully. I want everything to be over by tomorrow. I really can’t stand seeing his face any longer."
Every time she saw Silas, the first thing that hit her was how much she had trusted him in the past, and every time, it made her skin crawl.
How could she have trusted that snake before?
Just thinking about his betrayal made her stomach turn. She didn’t want to hear his voice or even be in the same room with him anymore.
Silas truly needed to leave the palace as soon as possible.
"The plan is actually pretty simple ..."
Primrose then laid out everything they needed to do the following day. She just hoped her body would hold up because she would need every bit of strength to pull it off.
But in her careful planning, she’d forgotten one important factor.
Her husband.
"No," Edmund said firmly. "Why do you want to meet Dr. Silas in the greenhouse? You could just ask him to come to your room."
Primrose let out a soft sigh and gently rubbed her temple. "Because... I’m tired of being stuck in bed since yesterday. I want to breathe in some fresh air at the greenhouse."
"Besides that, I also need to speak with Dr. Silas about a few things," she added. "Nothing serious. Just small talk."
"No," Edmund repeated, his voice still firm. "The greenhouse is too far. I don’t want you to go through all that discomfort just to see him, my wife."
Primrose hadn’t expected her husband to be so stubborn. She was used to him always trying to understand her, but today, he wasn’t giving her any room to argue.
To be honest, the real reason she wanted to speak with Silas in the greenhouse was because she needed a peaceful, neutral space—somewhere calming and less suspicious—so Silas would be more relaxed and possibly leave Hazelle’s side for a little while.
If she invited him to her room, he’d probably just check on her quickly and leave. It’s not like she could casually invite him to have tea in her bedroom, it would be weird and inappropriate.
"If you’re bored," Edmund said, his tone softening, "I can ask the maids to bring you more books, something light and fun. Or ... I can bring you anything you want."
He knelt beside her, his voice gentle, and there was a flicker of guilt in his eyes. "But if you really want to go to the greenhouse, then let me take you myself later. You don’t need to be alone with Dr. Silas."
Edmund hadn’t expected an attack to happen right when his wife was sick.
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me