Free Web NovelChapter 539: I Want to Live With You
Primrose fell silent for a moment before suddenly bursting into tears again, even louder than before.
"I thought..." she cried between her sobs, "I thought you were really so angry at me that you didn’t want to wear our wedding ring anymore..."
Seeing her cry like that immediately made Edmund panic. He quickly stood up and moved onto the bed beside her.
"No, of course not," he said right away. "I would never take off my wedding ring for a reason like that."
His voice sounded firm, almost desperate to make her understand. "Even if we have a small fight, I still wouldn’t take it off."
Primrose looked at him with watery eyes. "So... you only take it off when your hands get dirty, right?" she asked weakly.
Edmund nodded quickly without hesitation. "Yes. That’s the only reason." He gently squeezed her hands. "I only take off our wedding ring when my hands get dirty, that’s all."
A few seconds later, Edmund reached into his pocket and took out the ring. "Look," he said softly. "I’m wearing it again."
He slowly slipped the ring back onto his finger before showing it to Primrose on purpose, almost like he was trying to calm an anxious child.
"See? I’m fine." He gently cupped his wife’s cheeks and spoke in a soft, gentle voice. "We’re fine, my wife."
Primrose’s tears still hadn’t fully stopped, but her expression slowly softened after hearing those words.
"And the reason I wasn’t talking much or touching you earlier..." Edmund continued gently, "was because I wanted to give you some space."
His thumb gently wiped away the tears on her cheeks. "Besides," he added softly, "I could tell you were trying very hard not to cry the whole time."
Primrose immediately puffed her cheeks a little. "Was it really that obvious?" she asked embarrassedly.
Edmund couldn’t help letting out a small chuckle. "It was," he admitted honestly. Then his expression softened again as he looked at her. "At least to me."
She still looked pouty, so Edmund leaned closer and kissed her cheek.
"It’s not a bad thing," he whispered softly. "At least this way, I can understand what my wife is feeling."
His voice slowly became quieter afterward. "So I won’t repeat the same mistakes I made in the past."
The moment he mentioned the past again, Primrose’s expression slowly stiffened. The relaxed atmosphere from earlier immediately became heavier. Edmund noticed it, but he still continued speaking carefully.
"For someone to notice the strange taste of that poison back then..." he said carefully, "they would’ve needed to drink enough of it for the poison to already spread too deeply through their body."
His eyes darkened slightly as he looked at her. "You didn’t truly choose death on your own," Edmund said softly. "The poison had already spread throughout your entire body by then, and it could also affect the way you thought."
Primrose froze slightly after hearing that.
Edmund continued speaking in a calm voice. "I asked Sir Vesper about it," he explained softly. "But of course, I didn’t tell him too many details about your past."
Primrose looked at him desperately, almost like someone trying to hold onto the last bit of hope left in her heart. "The poison... could corrupt my mind?" she asked weakly.
"Yes," Edmund answered gently.
His expression softened immediately afterward as he carefully brushed the loose strands of hair away from her face.
"It can slowly break a person’s mind," he said gently. "And the effects become even worse when someone already carries deep sadness, pain, or anger inside their heart."
Primrose immediately fell silent because deep down she knew Edmund was right.
Back then, her heart had already been filled with too many painful emotions long before the poison entered her body.
"So you didn’t truly try to kill yourself just to make me feel guilty," Edmund said softly. "You simply felt like you had no other choice left."
A small smile slowly appeared on his face as he looked at her. His eyes were filled with warmth, but also deep guilt.
"But what you felt back then doesn’t matter the most anymore," he continued. "What matters now... is what you feel at this moment." Then he gently asked, "What do you feel now, my wife?"
The moment he said that, Primrose immediately threw herself into his arms. She hugged him tightly and pressed her cheek against his chest, listening to the steady sound of his heartbeat.
"I want to live," she whispered softly. Her voice sounded fragile, but at the same time, completely honest.
Primrose slowly moved even closer to him, almost like she wanted Edmund to completely surround her warmth and protect her from everything outside, like she wanted him to become her safe place and her cocoon.
"I want to live with you until death finally comes for me," Primrose whispered softly.
She tightened her arms around him slightly before continuing, "I want to stay by your side and raise our future children together."
Her voice trembled a little near the end. "I’ll take really good care of myself from now on, so I can live longer... and so I won’t leave you too soon."
Back then, Primrose used to think it would be better if death came for her quickly because at that time, life had felt too painful and exhausting.
But now, everything was different. Now, she was afraid of death coming too early.
Maybe she wouldn’t feel anything the moment she died, but Edmund would because he would be the one left behind and Primrose didn’t like that.
She didn’t want to leave her husband alone too soon because she never wanted to make him feel that kind of pain and sadness again.
Edmund’s arms slowly tightened around her after hearing those words. For a few seconds, he didn’t say anything at all.
He simply held her close, almost as if he was afraid she would suddenly disappear the moment he loosened his grip.
Edmund wanted to promise that he wouldn’t let Primrose die too soon, but unfortunately, he wasn’t strong enough to fight death itself.
