But that was hardly certain. The last time Lorelle had been furious, Leofric had stood there for six straight hours, letting her pour out all her anger on him without complaint.
Yes, six hours.
At this point, Primrose couldn’t tell whether Leofric had simply lost his mind or if he was desperately trying to make amends for whatever sins he had committed against her.
"But husband, can we have lunch in your office instead?" Primrose asked softly, swaying their joined hands as they walked down the palace corridor. "I just want ... to be alone with you."
It was rare to have time alone with Edmund, aside from when they were asleep. That was why Primrose didn’t want to waste even a moment of it by letting others intrude on their privacy.
Edmund nodded without hesitation. "If that’s what you want." His voice sounded so gentle, the kind that always made her heart feel safe.
She then asked Solene to inform the maids to bring their meal to Edmund’s office instead.
Soon after, the food was arranged neatly on a table in his office, the warm scent of freshly cooked dishes filling the air.
But instead of taking her own seat across from him, Primrose nestled herself comfortably on his lap. She picked up the spoon, scooped a bit of food, and held it up to his lips. "Say ahh."
Edmund’s eyes softened, a smile tugging at his lips as he leaned forward and let her feed him. "Mm ... delicious," he murmured, though it was clear he wasn’t talking about the food.
[My wife is so clingy today ... I like it,] Edmund thought to himself, once again seemingly unaware that Primrose could hear him. [It’s been a long time since we’ve eaten together, but this is the first time she’s chosen to eat on my lap.]
Primrose’s cheeks burned red in an instant. She turned her face slightly away and murmured, "I just miss you so much, so ... I want to stay close to you for as long as I can."
Edmund hissed softly when he realized she had heard him. Her flushed cheeks only made her look more irresistible, and before he could stop himself, he leaned in and gave her cheek a playful bite.
"Edmund! What are you doing?" Primrose gasped, completely taken aback. She had expected a kiss, not a bite!
Had she really made her husband so frustrated that he wanted to devour her alive? After all, he had been left to take care of himself with his own hands, since Primrose often drifted off to sleep too quickly to help.
More than that, her doctors had also advised them not to have sexual activity during the first month.
They’d ignored that advice once, and it hadn’t ended well. Primrose had fallen asleep in the middle of their intimacy, which worried Edmund so much that he thought he had seriously hurt her by disregarding the doctor’s advice.
But now ... it had already been more than a month, hadn’t it? It should be fine. At least, she hoped so. Maybe this time she could try harder to stay awake. Maybe, if she asked him to kiss her over and over again, it would keep her from drifting off in his arms.
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