Sometimes, Primrose truly didn't understand her husband.
He could be awkward, quiet, even a little clumsy when talking to other people. Yet somehow, when it came to her, he always knew exactly what to say.
Even in the early days of this life—when they were still learning how to talk to each other properly—he had already found ways to make her cheeks burn.
It wasn't fair at all.
If an anti-social lycan was able to make his wife blush all the time, why couldn't normal men do the same?
Well… maybe other men just didn't try as hard as he did.
"But I still don't like it when Averon thinks about you in a dirty way." Edmund's expression turned sour in an instant. "Even though I can't read his mind, his expression alone is enough to show that he's lusting after you."
[And it's not even my wife's fault.] Edmund snorted inwardly. [People can admire my wife's beauty, but I hate it when someone looks at her in a dirty way.]
