Upon hearing her question, Arthur froze for a moment.
Then, he forced a slightly awkward smile and cleared his throat.
"Ahem! There's no particular reason, Princess. I just thought the weather felt a bit cold," he replied casually, walking over to the table and setting down the two plates he was carrying.
"The weather is cold?" Sharon frowned. She stood still, trying to sense the temperature around her—but to her, it felt perfectly normal, even warm.
"Are you sure it's because of the cold, Aron?" She pulled out the chair next to the dining table and took a seat. "Or are you actually lying?"
Her eyes narrowed slightly as she studied him with suspicion.
She wasn't sure why she said that—but somehow, something in her heart had whispered those words to her.
Arthur's expression stiffened. He thought his answer would be enough to ease her curiosity, but clearly, it had only made things worse.
