Reign

Sophia bit her lips, tears swelling in her eyes. "I've already apologized. Why are you still angry at me? What more can I do to make you forgive me?"

Fei Chuan's frown deepened. It was only now that he appreciated Bei Sangyun as his seatmate.

Bei Sangyun didn't wear any cologne; the subtle lavender scent from her shampoo served as the perfect perfume for her. Fei Chuan enjoyed that fragrance.

However, seated next to Sophia, his sensitive nose picked up on an overpowering perfume from her, a mixed of scents from her hair and body lotion assaulting his senses. It was thoroughly unpleasant.

"I don't need your apology. Get lost," he declared, glaring darkly at her.

Sophia had never been treated this way before. She felt embarrassed and ashamed.