"Does that still bother you?" Ryu asked with a raised eyebrow.
The casual tone in his voice set Cerys off. Without a second thought, she threw him a middle finger, turning away and walking to the vanity table.
Her hand was shaking, but her face held a frown as she touched and arranged things that was already arranged.
Ryu's face twitched, a flicker of frustration crossing his features.
He was trying—really trying—to apologize, and it was taking every ounce of strength he had. "I'm sorry," he said, his voice tight. "I shouldn't have said what I did."
Cerys let out a harsh laugh, as she dropped the perfume bottle a bit harder than she expected. "Typical men. Always thinking the world revolves around them."
Ryu's jaw tightened at her words, his fists clenching at his sides as he fought to keep his temper in check.
