She hadn't given him a proper wedding kiss, so she thought to herself, 'Why don't we just have our second wedding night instead?'
Their first wedding night had been a disaster, Edmund had run away from her chamber, leaving her alone with a desire that didn't go away, even after she tried to pleasure herself for hours.
Maybe this time, they could turn that awful memory into something worth remembering.
"Husband?" Primrose blinked up at him, locking eyes with Edmund. He had gone quiet for a while, and even his inner thoughts were as silent as the night. "Why aren't you saying anyth—"
Before she could finish, Edmund suddenly got up from the bed.
'Don't tell me he's running away again! Why now?!'
But instead of heading for the door, Edmund pulled the blanket aside and reached beneath the bed. He took out a folded piece of fine leather mat and without saying a word, carefully spread it across the bed.
Then he turned to her with a straight face. "The bed is ready, wife."
