Page 51 of Obsession of the Egoist
Yugo scowled, watching the girl climb onto the now empty chair. Putting the paper on the table, she fished crayons out of her pocket and started doodling on the other side of the sheet.
Watching the girl draw, Yugo didn’t move. The kettle whistled, and the woman turned it off.
“Tea or coffee?” she repeated her question, but Yugo didn’t want to acknowledge her presence. She was no one. She wasn’t important. He didn’t even care to remember her name, so he didn’t have to answer her questions. Soon she would disappear the same way she appeared—quietly, unnoticed.
A coffee cup appeared in front of his face the same moment the girl showed him her drawing.
“See? This is Kuon. He can see now,” she said proudly and with an open challenge.
“Why are his eyes closed?” Yugo asked, staring at the picture. The bandage was off, and the crescents of Kuon’s eyes had long ray lines coming out of them.
“Because…” she got confused and snatched the drawing back. “I don’t know what color they are, okay?”
“Brown,” Yugo whispered. Without looking back, he left the apartment.
ON THE WAY BACK, YUGOdidn’t utter a word. From the moment he left the woman’s apartment, he couldn’t stop thinking about Kuon’s eyes. Soulful, sultry, yet challenging and honest, they never failed to excite him. The girl’s eyes and the deep-seated challenge that looked so much like Kuon’s shuttered his resolution. They made him want to see that tenacious, questioning look in Kuon’s eyes again. To watch Kuon’s pupils dilate with lust and bleed into his dark brown irises. To feel that burning, confronting gaze that stabbed through his soul, disarming him.
“Boss… Do I need to call for a cleaning crew?” The careful words sounded dull and flat.
Yugo smirked, rubbed his brow. For some reason, he felt stupid but no longer angry. “Relax, Gandhi, I did nothing.”
In an automatic mode, he left the car and entered his mansion. Going upstairs, he stopped as his feet landed on the last step. Turning around, he faced Greg.
“Find another donor. I don’t care how much it costs or how legal it is. I want him to see again.”
“Yes, Boss.”
CHAPTER 13
“KUON, WE’VE GOT A DONOR.Please come over. We need to start the treatment today.” The familiar rustle of Dr. Klor coming through the phone stirred the forgotten fear in Kuon’s chest. Dropping his hand, he turned toward the kitchen counter where Rick was preparing breakfast.
“Rick, they’ve got … a donor.”
“GOT IT, DOC.I’LL BE THERE,”Yugo said, strolling down the corridor toward his office. He grabbed the doorknob and tugged it when the realization that the door wasn’t closed hit him. Hand on his holster, he peered in.
A slender frame, dressed in white, spun around, and Mio’s pale face greeted him with a mix of surprise and alertness.
“You scared me.” Full lips stretched in a fake smile as Mio brought his hand to his chest. Yugo squinted, searching the desk where Mio’s hand had been pressed against the scattered papers only a moment ago.
“What are you doing here?” Yugo asked, sparing him a glance. Approaching the desk, he grabbed his phone and scanned the papers. Balance sheets, dossiers, faxes—all of this was unimportant until Yugo’s eyes caught the thin envelope with a laboratory stamp.Did he look inside?Yugo turned to his nephew. “Didn’t I tell you to call before you come?”
Mio frowned; his transparent skin bleached.
“Yugo...” Mio croaked and licked his lips. A weird expression written on his face. “I…”
“Where are your bodyguards?”
“I came alone.”
“Haven’t we talked about that?”
“But Yugo…” His hand dove into his pocket, making it bulge as he glanced around. “I need to talk to you. It’s about Tobias…”
“Greg, drive him home,” Yugo ordered, his attention jumping from Mio to the bulky man standing in the doorway, then back to Mio. “If you ever drive without a security team, I will send you away for good. Anyway, what do you want? Did you bring me the hard drive?”
Mio’s eyes frosted over, his full, sinful lips disappeared into a thin line, as his hand left his pocket.
“No…”
