The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 402

Chapter 402: The Warmth Between Storms

"Husband, the blizzard is really bad," said Primrose as she peeked outside through the window.

She couldn’t even see the sunlight even though it was still daytime. That was because the dark clouds had completely covered the sky, and the only thing visible outside was the endless snowstorm, even though three days had already passed.

"Back then, I always felt a little down every time I went through the Winter Retreat," Primrose said with a soft sigh. "Blizzards are honestly quite scary."

Especially when she had to stay alone in her room, with the sound of the wind howling outside. She had always been afraid of storms, and snowstorms were no different.

"Don’t look outside for too long," Edmund said gently as he came up behind her. He pulled the curtains shut so she wouldn’t have to see the storm anymore. "You’re right. The blizzard does look frightening." He added in a quiet voice, "I’m sorry for leaving you alone back then."

Primrose immediately turned around and hugged him tightly. "It doesn’t matter anymore. After all, we finally get to spend time together until the storm passes."

In the past, she used to wish the blizzard would end quickly. But now that she was spending it with her husband, she secretly hoped it would last just a little longer.

Edmund smiled and lifted her off the ground, making her laugh softly. "So, what should we do today?" he asked. "Do you want to read something together?"

In truth, Primrose thought they would spend the Winter Retreat having a lot of sex because, let’s be honest, how could a couple possibly resist touching each other when they were locked inside the same room for days?

However, now that she was two months pregnant, she had begun to experience morning sickness. It wasn’t too severe and only came occasionally thanks to Edmund’s saliva, but still, it affected her life quite a bit.

Her stomach sometimes felt heavy and bloated, and she just didn’t have the energy or mood for intimacy. She felt a little guilty for her husband’s sake and for her own hidden longing, but what could she do? She couldn’t just force her body to feel fine.

"How about ... we try finding a name for our baby?" Primrose suggested softly after Edmund set her down on the couch near the fireplace. "I asked Marielle to buy a baby name book before. It should be on the shelf."

Edmund went to grab the book she mentioned and sat beside her. "Ten thousand baby names?" he said with a small laugh. "Won’t that make it even harder to choose?"

"Well, we have plenty of time, right?" Primrose smiled.

Edmund chuckled and pulled her gently closer. "Alright, let’s read them one by one." He let her lean against his arm, wrapping a blanket around her shoulders before opening the book.

He started reading aloud—first the boy names, then the girl names—but after a while, Primrose still wasn’t satisfied.

"I don’t know ... none of these names sound right for our baby." Primrose pouted. "You know what I mean? It’s like standing in front of a table full of cakes, but none of them are the one I want, so I don’t feel like eating any."

Edmund honestly didn’t think too deeply about their baby’s name. To him, a name was just a name, something used to call someone, like how he named his horse Dante.

"Husband!" Primrose lightly smacked his arm. "You can’t compare our baby to your greedy horse! A name isn’t just a name, but it carries a parent’s hope too."

Just like her own: Primrose Vielle Illvaris. Her father once told her that it meant "The first bloom who carries the harmony of the past."

"In other words, he told me it meant I was a new hope that grows and carries on my mother’s legacy," she explained softly, wanting Edmund to understand how important names could be.

"Oh ..." Edmund murmured, rubbing the back of his neck. "I don’t even know what my name means. Actually ... my current name is not my birth name."

"What?" Primrose’s eyes widened in surprise. "I didn’t know that! Then, what was your birth name?"

"My name was ... Blue."

Primrose’s forehead wrinkled in disbelief. "Blue? That’s it?"

"Yes," Edmund said quickly, avoiding her gaze. "That’s it."

Primrose’s brows furrowed in disbelief. Blue? Why on earth would his parents name him that? Don’t tell her they chose it just because his eyes were blue.

Oh, for heaven’s sake, they probably did!

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