He Gave Her My Eyes A Story of Final Sight novel Chapter 125

After everything that happened between them, Lawrence stepped out of the bathroom, droplets of water still clinging to his toned chest. His eyes were cold as he looked at the woman lying in his bed. Whatever softness he might have shown before was completely gone.

Ophelia, on the other hand, was still caught up in the afterglow. Her whole body felt soft and boneless, like she might just melt right into the sheets. She looked up at Lawrence, her eyes full of hope. “Lawrence, can we rest for a bit?”

But Lawrence, now that his desire was gone, didn’t even want to look at her. His face was hard, his brows drawn together. “You can leave now.”

Ophelia paused, then tried to make herself look pitiful. “Lawrence, it’s so late. I don’t want to walk home alone. What if something happens to me?”

Lawrence’s patience was always razor thin. His eyes flashed with annoyance. “Ophelia, do you really think I’d fall for that? The only reason I let you stay was because I needed something from you. Now that I’m done, you can go.”

She’d expected him to be heartless, but hearing it out loud still hurt. Especially when she remembered how, in the heat of the moment, he’d called her Theresia. She was nothing more than a substitute, and she knew it.

There’s hardly a worse humiliation for a woman.

Standing far across the room, Lawrence picked up a cigarette and lit it. He watched her from the corner of his eye. “That card I gave you, use it however you want. When I need you, you’d better show up. And one more thing…” He took a slow drag, exhaled a thick cloud of smoke, and his gaze burned through the haze right at her. “If you ever let her find out about us, Ophelia, you’d better have your will written.”

Her? He meant his ex-wife, didn’t he?

Lawrence wasn’t just making threats. Ophelia could hear the danger in his voice, clear as day.

She nodded quickly, scrambled to gather her clothes from the floor, and rushed out of the apartment.

The night was quiet, and Lawrence stood alone in the darkness. He watched the red tip of his cigarette, his expression growing darker with every second.

He’d just had what he wanted, so why did he still feel so empty inside?

Theresia walked over and sat down, trying to act casual.

At the invitation, Naomi slowly took a seat as well. She watched Theresia wash her hands and sit across from her, her heart racing with nerves.

Naomi barely said a word, eating quietly and sneaking glances at Theresia’s face.

Theresia noticed it all.

Her mother’s carefulness made her uncomfortable. After a moment, Theresia set down her fork. “This bread is really good.”

The tension finally broke. Naomi smiled, the first genuine smile Theresia had seen in a long time. “If you like it, I’ll make it for you more often. Just tell me what you want to eat. I can learn how to cook it. I pick things up pretty fast.”