He Gave Her My Eyes A Story of Final Sight novel Chapter 102

Tonight was a perfect example. He could have just said no over the phone, but he still showed up.

Theresia just couldn’t figure him out.

What was Garry’s deal, anyway?

About five minutes after he went into the bathroom, Garry came back out. The only sound in the room was Theresia’s steady, peaceful breathing.

She was out cold.

He walked over quietly and leaned in, taking a long look at her sleeping face. Her skin looked soft and a little flushed. Her eyelashes fanned out, thick and long, and her nose was perfectly shaped.

Her lips were a deep, pretty red, and her jawline flowed down to that elegant neck of hers. That’s when Garry suddenly remembered something.

The thermometer. He hadn’t taken it out.

She was already asleep, though.

He hesitated for a moment, then tried to wake her up, calling her name softly. She didn’t budge. All she did was scrunch her eyebrows, annoyed at being disturbed, but she never actually woke up.

Garry found himself stuck. If he just left the thermometer in and it broke, she could get hurt. But if he tried to take it out while she was still asleep…

He honestly had no idea what to do. Nothing in his life had prepared him for this.

After a while, he made up his mind.

He closed his eyes, gently lifted the edge of her shirt, and reached for the thermometer. He was so nervous his hands were shaking. His fingertips brushed against something soft, and suddenly he was sweating, his heart pounding in his chest.

It took him a minute, but he finally managed to get the thermometer out. By then, his shirt was damp with sweat.

He could feel his breath coming faster, his mouth dry, his body reacting in ways he really didn’t want to think about.

He was way too flustered.

“Your temperature’s normal now,” Garry said. “Do you want to get up and have some porridge?”

Theresia looked him over closely. Same clothes as last night. Red eyes. Tired lines on his face.

He really had stayed up with her the whole night.

The realization left her a little lost. Even Lawrence, who had pretended to love her for three years, had never taken care of her like this.

She didn’t even know what to feel.

Garry started opening the food containers on the table, and the smell of warm porridge drifted over, making her stomach growl. She looked at him for a long moment before finally getting out of bed and walking over.

Breakfast was simple—vegetable porridge, a boiled egg, and a croissant. But every single thing was something she liked.

She sat down, but instead of eating, she looked up at him and blurted out, “Garry, why are you really doing all this for me? What’s your real reason for getting close?”