"Go appease your simple, kind, and gentle true love, and make sure she doesn't drop the ball at the International Perfumery Competition!"
Oliver Timmerman's face suddenly changed.
Arabella Vanderbilt easily caught the expression on his face, tugged at her lips, looked at him with some meaningful depth, and said:
"Also tell her, she had better put in a good effort 'preparing', now that her pure Jade Maiden persona has collapsed, she definitely wants to use this perfumery competition to turn things around, and… incidentally crush me completely…"
After finishing, she gave Oliver Timmerman a half-mocking look, then turned her tall, slender form to walk past him.
"Arabella!"
Oliver Timmerman reached out again trying to grasp her wrist, but withdrew because of Arabella Vanderbilt's gaze.
His hand stopped mid-air, incredibly awkward.
"Oliver Timmerman, remember every word I've said before and now!"
