He Gave Her My Eyes A Story of Final Sight novel Chapter 117

Theresia lifted her chin, her cheeks turning pink as the air between them shifted. She took a quick step back, trying to hide the sudden flutter of nerves in her eyes.

“No, I don’t,” she said quietly.

Garry’s smile grew, but he let it go. “Teresa, take me home, okay?”

She didn’t argue. She slid into the driver’s seat and waited for Garry to buckle up before starting the car. Maybe it was the alcohol, but Garry leaned his seat back and closed his eyes, settling in for the ride.

They didn’t speak the whole way. When they reached his apartment building, Garry finally opened his eyes.

He took a look around, then turned to her. “Teresa, I’ll be waiting for your good news.”

With one hand on the steering wheel, Theresia smiled softly. “Thanks, Garry.”

He didn’t say anything else. He just got out and closed the door behind him.

By the time Theresia got home, it was already after nine. The entryway light was on, so she wasn’t greeted by darkness. She slipped into her slippers and walked in, spotting two plates on the dining table, each one covered with another plate.

She walked over and hesitated for a second before lifting the covers. There was a plate of braised ribs and another of stir-fried greens, both still steaming. They looked amazing.

Ever since she’d started living with Naomi, this was how every night went. No matter how late she got home, a light was always left on for her, and a hot meal waited on the table. Even if she didn’t touch the food, there would be something new the next day.

She glanced at Naomi’s closed bedroom door, her heart twisting with something she couldn’t name. Before she knew it, she was sitting down, picking up her chopsticks, and tasting the ribs. The flavor was simple and comforting, nothing fancy, but it was exactly what she liked.

He had planned to win over the review panel, but now it looked like he’d have to focus on whoever ended up getting the contract.

“Got it,” Aaron replied. “I’ll handle it.”

The next morning, Theresia put on a sleek black business suit and styled her hair into a neat bun. As she walked through the living room, something crossed her mind. She took a card from her bag, left it on the coffee table with the PIN written on a note, and paused for a moment, looking at Naomi’s bedroom door before heading out.

A little while later, Naomi heard the door close and came out of her room. The first thing she checked was the dining table. The food was gone.

She walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge. On the top shelf, she found the half-eaten ribs, wrapped carefully in plastic.