CHAPTER 233: MY HUSBAND HAS A SEVERE BAD IMAGINATION

"The Moon Goddess spoke to me," she whispered. "I don’t know if it was really her, but ... don’t you think it’s a sign for us?"

"The what?" For the first time since they got married, Primrose saw Edmund truly shocked, like she had just told him she wanted to divorce him right then and there. "The ... the Moon Goddess talked to you?"

Primrose lifted her head, looking into his eyes with confusion. "I told you, I’m not entirely sure. But I think that’s the only explanation that makes sense."

They were in the middle of the Moon Goddess Temple, and the woman’s voice had sounded so gentle and nurturing. That’s why Primrose was certain it was the Moon Goddess, even though the Goddess hadn’t clearly answered her question.

"Didn’t she also speak to you back then?" Primrose asked. "Why are you acting so shocked?"

Edmund stared at her for a long moment, like he hadn’t blinked since she told him. His eyes searched her face, as if trying to make sense of what she’d just said.

"Yes, I’ve heard the Moon Goddess’s voice before," Edmund finally said. "But only once ... when she told me who my mate was." He paused for a moment, then continued in a quieter voice. "She only said your name, nothing else."

[She spoke to me when I was climbing that cliff,] Edmund thought to himself, remembering the exact moment he first heard her name.

[I even asked the Moon Goddess over and over again to make sure she hadn’t made a mistake, but she never answered me.]

[I still remember how I fell off that cliff from the shock.]

First of all, what was Edmund doing that made him climb a cliff in the first place? Primrose could already imagine her husband frozen halfway up a rocky cliff, hands numb from holding on too long because he was too stunned to move.

And how badly did it hurt when he fell from that cliff? Primrose didn’t even want to imagine it because she didn’t want to imagine him in pain.

However, this wasn’t the time to focus on that. There was something more important they needed to talk about.

"Maybe she’ll talk to you again later," she said gently.

Edmund slowly shook his head. "I don’t think so, wife," he murmured.

"To be honest, the Moon Goddess rarely speaks to us. Most of the time, werewolves and lycans only hear her voice once, and it’s when she tells them who their mate is. After that ... nothing."

Primrose tilted her head. "What about the priest or priestess?"

"Even for them, it’s rare," Edmund replied. "They have to pray nonstop for fourteen days just to hear even a whisper of her voice. But you ... you heard her like she was right next to you."

Well, the Moon Goddess actually spoke right to her mind to be exact.

Edmund continued, "My wife, that’s something no one else can do."

[My wife isn’t even a werewolf or a lycan,] he thought, still trying to process it all. [And yet, the Moon Goddess spoke to her even though she never did a ritual, maybe not even a proper prayer.]

He looked into her eyes and asked, "What did she say to you?"

He still looked confused and puzzled as to why his wife could hear the Moon Goddess’s voice, but more than curiosity, he was worried about what the Goddess might have told her.

[Did ... did she say I’m not the right mate for her?]

[No. No, what if ... what if the Moon Goddess made a mistake when she gave me Primrose’s name?]

[What if she just told her the name of her real mate?!]

Primrose was completely speechless as she listened to his thoughts.

She knew her husband had a tendency to overthink and be a little dramatic, but she never expected him to go this far with his imagination!

Seriously?

Did he really think that if the Moon Goddess gave her a new mate, she could just casually divorce him and start a brand-new marriage with some random man?

After everything she had done to repair their relationship, there was no way—absolutely no way—she would go through the whole marriage journey again from the very beginning.

"The Moon Goddess said..." Primrose paused when she saw Edmund’s entire body go stiff, like he had just turned into a statue made of ice. "... our bond is stronger than we think."

Alright, that wasn’t exactly what the Moon Goddess said, but it was close enough. Honestly, Primrose just didn’t want to make it sound too complicated because she knew how wild her husband’s imagination could get.

"There’s nothing wrong with our marriage," she said softly, taking his hands and placing them gently over her chest. "I think ... maybe our love is so pure that it touched the Moon Goddess’s heart. That’s why she spoke to me."

Edmund let out a long, deep sigh of relief.

Primrose, meanwhile, couldn’t help but wonder, how on earth did he hold his breath for that long?!

He swallowed hard and looked at her seriously. "Did she ... give us her blessing?"

Primrose wasn’t entirely sure about that part.

If the Moon Goddess really had given them a beautiful, divine blessing, would she have blown out all the candles in the temple and left them standing in total darkness?

Well ... at least she didn’t do anything worse, like knock something over.

CRASH!!

Damn it. She knew she shouldn’t have jinxed it!

A freaking huge stone suddenly fell right next to her—Wait, no! It actually fell straight toward her head!

But fortunately, Edmund had reacted just in time and pulled her out of the way.

Hold on ... didn’t the Moon Goddess just say they were destined to be together?! Had she changed her mind already?!

"Are you alright?!" Edmund asked in a panic, checking her thoroughly to make sure she wasn’t hurt or scratched in the slightest.

"I’m fine ... I’m fine," Primrose muttered, scooting closer to him and hugging his arm tightly, still shaken from what had just happened.

She was almost crushed by a freaking boulder!

She immediately turned toward the Moon Goddess’s statue and glared. Then she muttered inwardly, ’Are you trying to give me my first reincarnation just to test the damn legend or what?!’