"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."
