The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 337

Chapter 337: The Queen’s Sweet Action (I)

Knock. Knock.

Lorelle lifted her head, her brows knitting together. Someone was tapping on her window, and she could only guess which of her bothersome brothers had come to disturb her this time.

Her lips parted, ready to snap, when suddenly a bunch of colorful flowers slid into view from the side of the window. They swayed gently, as if the unseen visitor was waving at her through the blossoms.

Lorelle blinked, caught off guard. Her anger slipped away for a moment, replaced by confusion. Slowly, she pushed the window open, wondering who in the world had decided to act this sweet because as far as she could remember, neither of her brothers had ever done anything so thoughtful.

When she turned to the side, she saw Primrose standing by the window, one hand holding a bunch of flowers and the other carrying a basket full of cookies.

"Good evening, Lady Lorelle," Primrose greeted softly, her golden eyes warm as she peeked out from behind the flowers with a faint, almost shy smile. "I thought you might enjoy a little company, the kind that looks ... far less annoying."

Lorelle arched a brow, her lips parting as if ready to say something mean. But the sight of the flowers and the faint, almost awkward smile on Primrose’s face made her hesitate.

"Hmph." She crossed her arms, though her voice lacked its usual bitterness. "So they sent you as a peace offering, did they? My brothers must be truly desperate."

Primrose tilted her head, her smile growing just a little wider. "No one sent me. I came because I wanted to." She lifted the bouquet closer, her tone softening. "And because I’d like to know you better."

Lorelle blinked, then cleared her throat, trying to brush off the strange warmth stirring in her chest. After a moment’s hesitation, she finally reached out and accepted the flowers.

"I’m just your husband’s dying sister," she muttered. "There’s nothing more you need to know about me."

"Oh, so you do recognize me," Primrose said, leaning lightly on the window frame. "I thought you hadn’t noticed me earlier."

How am I supposed to stay mad at her when she looks this adorable, bringing me flowers and cookies of all things?] Lorelle sighed inwardly. [Why am I always so weak around beautiful women?]

"Of course I recognize you," Lorelle said aloud. "Edmund has written me so many letters about you. Crimson hair, golden eyes, a beautiful face ... I knew it was you the moment I saw you."

Primrose’s cheeks burned when she realized that even in his letters, her husband couldn’t stop praising her beauty.

"He’s ... just exaggerating." Primrose let out a small, awkward chuckle before adding, "But still ... I want to know you better. You’re not just my husband’s sister, you’re Lorelle. I want to know Lady Lorelle, and maybe even be your friend."

"Friend?" Lorelle tilted her head, her tone laced with quiet irony. "My dear, I’m afraid my time is drawing near. That’s why I don’t suggest you make friends with someone who’s dying."

[She’ll only end up sad when I’m gone,] Lorelle thought bitterly. [Even Leofric and Edmund hardly come near me anymore. They keep their distance so they won’t have to grieve so much when I finally die.]

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