Then, he thought to himself, [I had stabbed the Marquess's eyes with a pencil.]
He did what?!
Primrose was actually glad that her husband had done that to the Marquess because he deserved it.
But at the same time, the injury he left behind might raise suspicions. What if people didn't believe it was a suicide? What if they thought it was murder or torture?
She wanted to ask about it, but unfortunately, Edmund didn't say it out loud, and that alone made Primrose shut her mouth entirely.
[Good thing I can heal him after that,] she heard in Edmund's thoughts.
Primrose's eyes widened, even more shocked than before.
Did that mean … her husband had licked that filthy man?!
No! She didn't want Edmund's precious tongue touching anyone else's wounds, especially not someone as rotten as him!
For a moment, she was this close to blurting out the truth—that she could read minds—just so she could ask for clarification.
