He Gave Her My Eyes A Story of Final Sight novel Chapter 169

Theresia paused, her mind flashing back to yesterday when she’d said those words. At the time, she’d been so focused on putting medicine on Garry’s wound that she’d blurted it out without thinking, just hoping he wouldn’t get the wrong idea about her intentions. She never thought he’d actually remember it. Was his pride hurt? She honestly hadn’t pegged him as the sensitive type.

“Garry, you’re hurting me,” she said quietly.

Just like that, the tough, commanding Garry from a second ago disappeared. He let go of her hand immediately, looking like a scolded kid, his face all scrunched up with worry and regret. He stared at the red marks on her wrist, his frown deepening. “I’m sorry…”

Theresia watched him, thrown off by just how out of place that look was on his face. It didn’t suit him at all.

She tried to smile, a little embarrassed. “It’s okay, Garry, really. You don’t have to apologize. I should get going. See you next time.”

She had barely turned to leave when Garry spoke again, his voice low but insistent. “Theresa, you still haven’t answered me. If you don’t like a guy like me, then what kind of man do you like?”

Was this really that big a deal to him? Theresia blinked, a little confused, but his eyes were dead serious. She thought about it for a moment, then said, “Young and successful, good looking, eight-pack abs, and, most importantly, someone who’s emotionally stable.”

Garry didn’t miss a beat. “You think I’m not emotionally stable?”

He was pretty sure he checked off the first three boxes, which meant it all came down to the last one. Was that really why she didn’t like him? The realization seemed to hit him hard, and his mood darkened on the spot.

Theresia’s eyes widened in surprise. They stared at each other in silence until she finally said, “Garry, don’t take this so personally. Just because I’m not interested doesn’t mean other women won’t be.”

But who cared about other women’s feelings?

Garry’s gaze burned with something fierce, like he was struggling to keep his emotions in check. Eventually, he forced himself to calm down. His eyes softened. “See you next time, Teresa,” he said quietly.

Almost.

She shook off the thought. Did all guys have egos this fragile? Did they really need every woman to love them just to feel okay? All she’d said was that he wasn’t her type, not that there was something wrong with him. Maybe he was just a little too sensitive.

Theresia kept silently ranting about it all the way to a fancy apartment complex in Harrisburg. She followed the directions, rang the doorbell, and soon a young woman, pretty and stylish, opened the door.

The woman looked her up and down. “Who are you here for?”

Theresia smiled. “Hi, Mamie. I’m Theresia.”