The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 450

Chapter 450: Preparing Gifts for the Banquet

After memorizing all the moves Primrose had taught him, the mighty lycan king finally managed to master the royal dance.

"Good, husband. You’re doing great!" Primrose praised as Edmund spun her gently across the hall.

Honestly, she didn’t mind at all if her husband needed a little more assistance. After all, dancing could also be considered an intimate activity, and they could even feel each other’s breath whenever they drew close.

But of course... Primrose didn’t want to drag the dance lesson on for too long because, as intimate as it was, the activity could still tire her out.

"Are you alright?" Edmund asked worriedly when his wife needed a few minutes to catch her breath. She sat down on a chair, lowering her head as she tried to calm her rapidly beating heart.

No, this time, her heart wasn’t racing because of Edmund, but because of fatigue. It was getting much harder to move around these days, especially since her child had grown.

She probably wouldn’t have been able to do something as hot as last night if Edmund didn’t kiss her every damn minute.

"I’m fine," Primrose said, then lifted her face with a smile. "I just need a drink."

Edmund quickly poured a glass of water and helped her take a sip. "Don’t move too much today. I don’t want you to feel drained tomorrow."

Primrose only nodded in response. "I probably need to sleep earlier tonight."

Tomorrow would be hectic because there were so many things that needed to be prepared. Thankfully, the king’s banquet would be held after sunset, so Primrose didn’t have to wake up too early.

After practicing their dance, Primrose chose a gift for the king with her father. In the end, she decided to give him a rare painting, something Lazarus had obtained from an auction the previous week.

"Father, you can charge my husband for it," Primrose said as she watched the maids place the rare painting into a wooden box, which would then be sealed.

Lazarus clicked his tongue. "As if you would ever hand your money to me."

[I hope people won’t do anything stupid at the banquet and try to insult my daughter,] Lazarus suddenly thought. [There are so many bad rumors about her these days. I’ve even asked a few people to quietly punish the gossip spreaders.]

Primrose bit her inner lip. If ordinary people knew about the horrible rumors about her, of course her father knew them as well. And naturally, he hated those rumors with every fiber of his being, especially the disgusting rumor saying she was nothing more than the lycan king’s sex slave.

What kind of father could tolerate people saying such filthy things about their daughter?

Those rumors were probably also spread by the perverted men who used to lust after her body. People like that loved to degrade a woman they could never have, and those gossips grew even bigger with the interference of the Emperor of Vellmoria.

But whatever.

As long as her life stayed far from those gossips, Primrose didn’t really care. They didn’t know anything about her life anyway.

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