Hearing that, a pulse throbbed in Suga's temple. Ferdinand turned on his heel and headed for the door, until Suga called out,
"Old man, what did you just say?"
Ferdinand's steps halted. He turned back to look at Suga, his eyes sweeping over him from head to toe. The gaze made Suga grit his teeth.
"I look like who?" he asked again, despite the sinking feeling this man gave him.
"Ah." The man lifted his gaze to the ceiling, and then, as if incapable of doing it, he smiled— a stiff, robotic curve of the lips.
Reflexively, Suga took a few steps back, but Ferdinand followed, closing the distance between them. He stopped, leaned in, and raised his fingers toward Suga's eyes.
"I think I know why Hendrick never laid a hand on you, even though you look so much like your mother."
"???????"
"Those eyes... If I focus only on your eyes, you look exactly like Jonathan. That must be what turned him off. But still... you're the spitting image of your mother. Even your pheromones."
