Primrose stared at the stack of notebooks for a long while, torn between opening them or just leaving them alone.
She knew her husband wasn't the type who acted soft and kind toward others all the time. That's why she wouldn't be surprised if he had written about torturing people in those pages.
But … wouldn't it be exciting to take a look?
Maybe just a little peek wouldn't hurt.
Primrose glanced around the office, turning her head in every direction to make sure she was alone.
She was honestly quite puzzled why Edmund hadn't placed even a single spying device in his own office, yet he had installed so many in her bedroom.
How did she know? It was actually simple. If Edmund had placed even one spying device in his office, he would have known that Primrose had taken his diary back then. But it turned out he was completely clueless until she told him herself.
