Beta Wyatt's brows arched in blaséness. “You know what?” He threw back casually in an unbothered voice, which made me look at him.
I was so stunned that I couldn't give him a response. I was already overwhelmed with the fear that Beta Wyatt knew my real identity, but it turned out that he knew nothing. Was it all about addressing me alone? “Huh?” That was the only word the speechless me could let out, and he flicked my head slightly, which made me pucker my lips in grievance.
“Silly, it isn't about the title; it is the question.” He elaborated this time, which made me knit my brows. What question was he talking about?
I looked up at him and asked with cluelessness, “What question?” I tilted my head and asked.
Immediately I did so, I recalled his question, 'What makes Princess think she
