The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 339

Chapter 339: Love That Couldn’t Be Saved (I)

Primrose and Edmund had actually spoken about this matter before, not in detail, perhaps, but she had once wondered aloud to him if there might be magic that could grant her long life or keep her young for a long time.

However, Edmund had answered firmly, "Anything gained unnaturally will only lead to suffering," he had told her. "I would rather see you grow old by my side than watch you pay the price of defying fate."

Even Raven, who still looked young and had lived far longer than most, had only managed it by practicing dark magic, and in return, she had suffered more misfortune than most could bear.

Besides, as Leofric had said before, it was nearly impossible for ordinary people to endure dark magic, since their bodies were not built for it, especially someone like Primrose, who was still so inexperienced in such matters.

Therefore, there was little chance that Primrose would ever walk the same path Lorelle had, and if she ever even tried, Edmund’s fury would be nothing compared to the heartbreak in his eyes.

"You’re strange," Lorelle muttered, narrowing her eyes. "I thought people blinded by love would be willing to do anything, even if their partner forbade it."

"But what for?" Primrose replied firmly. "What’s the point of doing something for him if, in the end, it only makes him suffer? Besides, there’s no guarantee I’d succeed."

She wasn’t refusing because she didn’t want to be with her husband for a long time, but because if her actions ever made Edmund grieve, then she simply would not do it.

"Tell me, Lorelle," Primrose asked softly, "was the person you loved truly happy knowing you went this far for them?"

She didn’t even know who could have driven Lorelle to chase immortality so desperately. Could it be that the one she loved was also immortal?

On the other side, Lorelle suddenly gave a soft laugh, though it didn’t sound like she was laughing at something amusing. Instead, it was the sound of someone mocking their own misfortune.

"Was that person ... your lover?" Primrose asked again, her tone careful.

Lorelle’s smile faltered, and for a moment her eyes grew distant, clouded with something between pain and longing.

"No," she whispered. "He’s not my lover. He... actually rejected me more times than I can count."

In her mind, she added bitterly, [And instead of loving me back, he bound me to this cursed brother-sister bond, so any romantic relationship between us would look strange. That bastard ... I’m sick of his face. I can’t stand even looking at him anymore.]

Primrose froze at the revelation, her mind racing. Which brother could it be? It couldn’t possibly be Edmund, could it? Her husband had never been the one to suggest binding their relationship as sworn siblings.

That only left one answer.

Leofric? She loved him romantically?!

Oh, heaven ... no wonder she had thrown a water jug at him and only a glass at Edmund. It turned out Lorelle truly hated him because he had rejected her over and over again, and even grew angry when she tried to chase immortality.

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