"Step back," Primrose said softly with a small smile, gently reminding her husband. "You still have two days left, remember?"
The light in Edmund's eyes dimmed slightly, like someone had just blown out a candle.
Without saying a word, he obediently stepped back, giving her space to enter his study room.
Primrose walked in and immediately noticed that a few things had changed.
For example, when did the couch get so many pillows? As far as she remembered, it used to look plain before.
Then, just behind the door, she spotted several glass jars filled with candies and chocolates sitting neatly on the sideboard.
Primrose tilted her head in confusion. Since when did her husband like sweets?
Hadn't Salem once said that most beasts didn't really care for sugar?
Could it be … he prepared them for her?
[Oh no!] Edmund panicked silently. [I forgot to hide those! What if she realizes I kept a few jars for myself?]
[What if she thinks I'm greedy? Will she be upset with me?]
