He Gave Her My Eyes A Story of Final Sight novel Chapter 124

She rolled onto her side, put her phone on the nightstand, and drifted off to sleep with a smile still lingering on her lips.

Meanwhile, across town, the mood in Lawrence’s apartment couldn’t have been more different. The place felt cold and empty. He stood in front of his massive window, city lights of Harrisburg stretching out beneath him.

Aaron was behind him, giving his update. The air felt heavy, like everyone was holding their breath. “Lawrence, Theresia’s taken control of the port. Do you want us to move forward?”

Lawrence’s expression was all hard edges. He took a long pull from his cigarette, then crushed it out in the ashtray, his movements sharp and final.

“What do you think?”

Aaron didn’t dare answer. That voice was enough to make anyone’s skin prickle. He kept his head down and stayed quiet.

Last night, Lawrence told him to have people ready. Whoever got the port, they’d rough them up a little, teach them a lesson, and the other side would probably give in.

But now, the winner was Theresia…

Aaron honestly had no clue what to do next.

Lawrence’s voice dropped, low and dangerous. “Anyone who lays a finger on Theresia will answer to me. I mean it.”

He’d hurt her once before and regretted it every day since. There was no way he could bring himself to hurt her again.

He let out a long breath and sat down. Lighting another cigarette, he spoke, his tone cool and steady. “Buying GlobalSpan Logistics must have cost her a fortune. I know her situation. There’s no way she has enough cash to buy that port outright. Next step, she’ll have to go to the bank for a loan. Aaron, you know what to do, right?”

Aaron nodded. “Understood, Lawrence.”

Lawrence leaned back, eyes narrowing as he stared into the quiet night. Thoughts of her pressed in from every corner. He loved her—the gentle, patient side of her, all the ways she gave without ever asking for anything in return. But this new version of her, the one who went after what she wanted without apology, who shined and didn’t care who noticed, that side was impossible to ignore.

He was sure of one thing. Theresia was the only woman who could ever stand shoulder to shoulder with him.

And he was never letting her go.

Ophelia was ready to keep begging, but then Lawrence simply nodded. “Alright. Stay.”

Aaron took that as his cue and left.

As the door clicked shut, Lawrence grabbed Ophelia’s chin, tilting her face up to look at him. “Don’t say another word. Not a single one. If you do, you won’t live to see morning.”

Ophelia froze, but she’d put up with anything for the chance at a better life.

She nodded, and Lawrence looked satisfied.

A moment later, he leaned in and kissed her—soft, desperate, lost in someone else. The name slipped from his lips, barely a whisper.

“Theresia…”