He Gave Her My Eyes A Story of Final Sight novel Chapter 193

"You're hurt."

Garry looked down, finally noticing the scratch across the back of his hand. He must have gotten it on a thorn when the bouquet fell apart. He’d been too busy feeling frustrated about the ruined flowers to even notice.

"It's nothing," he said, brushing it off. "Just a scratch."

Compared to the gunshot wound he’d survived before, this was barely worth mentioning. Still, it probably wasn't smart to just ignore a bleeding cut.

Garry bent over the menu, but Theresia stood up. "I'll be right back."

"Alright," he replied, not thinking much of it.

A few minutes later, Theresia came back with a small plastic bag in hand. She sat down next to him and started unpacking it, calm and deliberate.

Gauze, antiseptic, cotton swabs.

So that’s what she went out for.

Garry blinked, surprised, but before he could say anything, Theresia carefully took his hand. "This might hurt a little. Try to bear with it."

She knew exactly what she was doing. With gentle, practiced hands, she dabbed the wound with a cotton swab soaked in antiseptic. It stung, but somehow her touch was more distracting than the pain.

Theresia kept her eyes on his hand, quietly focused. Garry just stared at her, completely caught up in the moment.

Suddenly he said her name, soft and low. "Teresa."

She paused and glanced up at him. "Yeah?"

Maybe it was because they were so close, but she noticed his ears had turned a little red.

He hadn't called her for any special reason. He just wanted to say her name.

Garry seemed a bit flustered, his eyes shifting away. He quickly made up an excuse. "I had a little to drink before I came. Could you drive me home later?"

Theresia didn’t even hesitate. "Of course I am. Who wouldn’t be?"

Her honesty seemed to catch him off guard.

He looked at her for a moment, all teasing gone. "Don’t worry. Lawrence won’t be a problem much longer. Besides, there’s no way he could actually hurt me."

Even so, Theresia couldn’t shake her worry.

It had to be because Garry showed up at GlobalSpan Logistics. Someone like Lawrence was unpredictable. Who knew what he might do?

Theresia’s brow stayed furrowed, her face tense and serious.

After dinner, she drove Garry home.

When they pulled up to his building, Garry unbuckled his seatbelt. Before getting out of the car, he glanced over and saw that same worried look on her face, still there, unchanged from the moment they left the restaurant.