Chapter 515: The King Who Could Not Punch His Enemy
"What a bastard!" Edmund cursed the moment he closed the bedroom door, even slamming it slightly. His eyes were filled with rage, and his face twisted with something dark.
Primrose, who had been waiting for him in the room, jumped in surprise and quickly stood up from the bed. To be honest, this was the first time she had seen Edmund act like this when it was only the two of them in the room. But she knew the anger was not meant for her.
For Edmund to suddenly lose control like this and even curse in front of his wife, Averon must have truly made something inside Edmund’s mind snap.
"Husband?" Primrose called softly. "How bad is it?"
Edmund froze in place the moment he heard Primrose’s voice. Only then did he realize that he had done something wrong.
"I’m sorry." He lowered his head, his voice filled with guilt. "I didn’t mean to shout at you."
"I know." Primrose sighed, then gave him a small, gentle smile. "You’re just frustrated because of Averon. I understand."
Edmund let out a rough breath when he heard the name "Averon," and he even rubbed his face harshly.
[That fucking king. If I didn’t have to hold myself back, I would have cut off his tongue and thrown his body into the dark abyss.]
His thoughts burned with anger. [Not only does he keep insulting Father, but he also makes disgusting comments about my wife sometimes.]
[How dare he talk about my wife’s body right in front of me?] he continued in fury. [I wanted to gouge his eyes out right then and there! And worse... I even had to insult my own wife with my own mouth. My fucking mouth!]
[I really want to cut off my own tongue—]
"Come here," Primrose said gently, cutting off his thoughts before they went any further. "Come, sit here."
She patted the bed a few times, asking Edmund to come over to her. After a while, he finally did so and then sat on the bed.
"Thank you for trying your best to talk with that bastard." Primrose hugged his head and gently stroked the back of it while softly patting his back. "That must have been very hard for you."
Edmund blinked in surprise because his wife suddenly thanked him instead of getting angry that he had shouted and spoken harshly in front of her earlier.
"Mhm. It was really hard," Edmund admitted quietly. He wrapped his arms around Primrose and pulled her closer, burying his face near her shoulder so he could breathe in her soft, flowery scent.
"He spoke badly about you and Father, but I couldn’t punch him." Edmund sighed. "I even made a plan to make Father’s business go bankrupt together with that bastard."
"That’s alright." Primrose gently calmed him. "I know you wouldn’t actually do that. Besides, my father’s business isn’t something that can easily go bankrupt."
Edmund chuckled softly and didn’t say anything for a moment, probably because he wanted to calm his mind by hugging his wife without the slightest interruption.
"But it must also be difficult for you to deal with... that fake friend of yours," Edmund said after a moment.
Primrose was taken aback. Even though Edmund could see her interaction with Bianca earlier, it didn’t mean he was able to hear the bad things Bianca had said in her mind.
After all, the Queen of Azmeria still kept a bit of her dignity by not openly saying anything cruel to Primrose.
"Why do you think so?" Primrose asked.
"Your face," Edmund replied.
Primrose frowned. "What about my face?"
"When you feel uncomfortable with someone, it shows." Edmund lifted his hand and gently brushed his thumb across her forehead. "You wrinkle your brows a few times. Not a lot, but enough for me to notice."
Primrose grew even quieter. She had always believed that she hid her feelings very well. Back then, her etiquette teacher even had trained her strictly so she would never show dislike too clearly. After all, it was an important skill for someone who had to live among nobles.
But her husband always paid attention to every little detail about her, so of course he noticed it.
"Yes, it was kind of hard," Primrose admitted softly. She lowered her head for a moment before finally deciding to sit on his lap. "It’s just... I’m not sure what I should do when I deal with Bianca."
"How so?" Edmund asked.
"Bianca didn’t grow up in a family filled with love," Primrose said quietly. "So sometimes I try to understand her bad behavior. But unfortunately..." she pressed a hand against her chest, "...I can’t keep excusing her forever. I do feel sorry for her misfortune, but that doesn’t mean she has to hate me so much just because I didn’t go through the same suffering she did."
"But my wife, you have your own pain too." Edmund’s gaze softened. After talking with Primrose for a while, the anger that had been burning in his chest slowly began to calm down.
"And yet, you still grew up into such a sweet woman," Edmund added gently.
[She even forgave me, even though I made many mistakes toward her in our first life,] Edmund thought.
[And besides that, she also had another life filled with suffering... even though she hasn’t fully remembered that life yet.]
Primrose let out a soft sigh. Ever since they confessed their feelings to each other, she had stopped hiding behind a mask in front of her husband. But for some reason, Edmund still believed she was nothing more than a sweet woman.
Hadn’t he seen the side of her that could kill people with her ability? Didn’t he know that she was capable of pretending and acting just to get what she wanted?
"You already know all my bad sides," Primrose said quietly. "So why do you still praise me so much? I’m not a good person at all."
"Neither am I," Edmund replied without hesitation. "But you are kind to me, and that’s the only thing that matters to me."