Chapter 61: The King Who Touched Her Feet
Primrose stared at him, not knowing whether to laugh, scold him, or hide her face in shame.
The way he looked so serious about blaming himself for something she had clearly caused.
It was both ridiculous and, somehow, strangely sweet.
The mighty Lycan King, feared by everyone, was sitting there blaming himself over a fallen shelf and worrying about her like she was the most fragile thing in the world.
Honestly, it made Primrose’s heart ache just a little.
"Your Majesty, no one is at fault here," Primrose said softly, hoping to ease his guilt and maybe a little of her own for causing the mess. "The bookshelf just happened to fall, and I just happened to be standing there. That’s all. So ... you don’t have to apologize."
[My wife is too kind! She’s even forgiving me when I almost got her crushed!]
But he wasn’t the problem.
The one who tried to "kill" her was the stupid, creaky bookshelf!
"Still, I’m the one who has to take responsibility," Edmund insisted, his voice filled with worry, "since you got hurt inside my room."
With gentle fingers, he carefully took off her shoes, revealing her delicate feet. His eyes immediately noticed the swelling.