He Gave Her My Eyes A Story of Final Sight novel Chapter 194

He instantly started to regret telling her. Maybe he shouldn’t have said anything at all.

But Garry couldn’t help himself. Deep down, he wanted Theresia to dislike Lawrence a little more, even if it was just by a tiny bit.

Suddenly, Theresia felt Garry’s cool fingertips press gently between her brows. She turned to look at him, surprised by how cold his touch felt, just like the rest of him. His unique scent filled the small space between them, and in his deep, dark eyes, she saw her own reflection.

“Theresia, don’t frown,” Garry murmured.

He just wanted to smooth away her worries, to ease the tension he saw gathering in her expression.

His gaze was intense, full of emotions he didn’t bother to hide. “Lawrence isn’t worth your anger, and I’m not worth your guilt. Remember, we’re in this together. I can’t always let you take all the risks.”

He pulled his hand away and sat up straight, just like that, the strange intimacy between them faded and everything returned to normal.

Theresia wanted to say something, but the words never made it past her lips.

She watched Garry step out of the car, her eyes following his tall, proud figure through the window. For a moment, she just sat there, silent. Then she started the car and drove off without saying anything more.

…

Late that night, Lawrence’s phone rang. It was Aaron.

“Lawrence, we messed up,” Aaron said.

Lawrence pressed a thumb to his brow, slouched in the dim glow of his study lamp. He sounded tired and irritated. “I got it.”

“Should we try again?” Aaron asked.

Lawrence let his hand fall and opened his eyes, his voice flat. “No. We still don’t know what Garry’s really capable of. His background is too much of a mystery. Besides, this was only ever supposed to be a warning. He got the message. That’s enough.”

“Understood.”

The voice startled her. She spun around and saw Naomi standing nearby.

“Did I scare you?” Naomi asked, noticing Theresia’s surprise.

Theresia shook her head. “No, I was just really caught up in my painting.”

Naomi smiled warmly, her whole face softening. “You must be tired. I cut some fruit and baked little cakes for you. Try them and see if you like them.”

Theresia glanced over at the table. There was a plate of juicy, neatly sliced fruit and a few cupcakes in paper liners, dotted with bright cranberries.

Not wanting to disappoint Naomi, she tasted a piece of fruit. It was sweet, even better than the ones she usually bought.

Then she noticed Naomi standing in front of her painting, looking thoughtful.

“Theresia,” Naomi asked quietly, “why did you call this one ‘Gate of Hell’?”