He Gave Her My Eyes A Story of Final Sight novel Chapter 213

It was a feeling she’d never had before. She wanted to look at him, but something inside told her she shouldn’t.

Teresa spun around quickly, turning her back on Garry. “Parrish, I think I’ll head home now.”

Parrish was already feeling guilty for leaving her alone earlier. After everything she’d just gone through with the elevator, there was no way he’d let her go back by herself.

He gently took her bag from her hands, flashing a warm, easy smile. “Let me take you home.”

Teresa’s hands felt strangely empty. She looked at him, caught off guard. “But what about your meeting?”

“It’s sorted,” Parrish said. “I’ll fill you in on the way.”

He started walking her out, and from that moment on, Teresa never glanced back at Garry.

From the curb, Warren watched Teresa get into the car, worry written all over his face. “Garry, do you want me to take you to see Dr. Brook?”

Garry’s face was stone cold and his voice even colder. “No. That’s not necessary.”

Warren didn’t push it. He was still trying to wrap his head around what he’d seen when the elevator doors opened. Had Garry really tried to kiss Teresa?

Out of nowhere, Garry said, “Get me a copy of the elevator footage. Delete everything else.”

Deleting it made sense. Making a copy was... different.

Only Garry would think of something like that.

In the car, Parrish started talking about his day. He told Teresa that Penn had been unusually agreeable, hadn’t given him any trouble at all. They’d only chatted for a few minutes, and before Parrish could even get his point across, Penn had told him to resubmit the IPO paperwork tomorrow so he could review it personally.

If Penn was saying that, then the deal was basically done.

Parrish was still confused. “Teresa, help me out. Why do you think Penn changed his mind so suddenly? I can’t figure it out.”

People didn’t just flip like that. Not unless…

Teresa leaned against the railing and lowered her voice. “Helena, have you ever heard of a disease where someone’s skin is super pale, like totally bloodless, their body temperature is way lower than normal, they get overheated really easily, and when it flares up, their whole body convulses?”

Helena thought about it for a while. “No, never. That sounds bizarre. Who has something like that?”

If even Helena hadn’t heard of it, then Garry’s illness had to be seriously rare.

“I was just curious,” Teresa said.

“Just curious? Teresa, you’ve been acting weird lately. Don’t tell me you’re secretly dating Hanson or something.”

Teresa rolled her eyes. “You’re reading too much into it.”

“I’m worried I’m not reading enough,” Helena shot back.

Teresa stared out at the city lights, wondering if maybe, just maybe, she was paying a little too much attention to Garry.