Oliver frowned. Rosemane's deed of leaving him alone when he almost died due to the pheromones perfume had deprived every little trust and courtesy he had of her. Now, all he wanted was to have nothing to do with her. What was she planning now? He couldn't help but suspect. However, Emperor Father was here and Oliver knew that he had to show basic courtesy to her. Thus he nodded briefly. "I have been well. How about you?"
"Oh, I am very fine." Rosemane inspected her newly manicured nails and answered leisurely. "Never been better."
The Emperor turned to her, inquiring. "Didn't you say you weren't well yesterday?"
Rosemane smiled sweetly and her tone turned coy. She swung the Emperor's arm like the spoiled girl she was and in fact, among all of the Emperor's children, only Rosemane could—or to be exact, dared to—do that. She had always been bold and fearless. "Thank you for worrying about me, Father Emperor! I am better already!"
