He Gave Her My Eyes A Story of Final Sight novel Chapter 233

Garry didn’t bother leaving the room or lowering his voice when Nettie called. He just picked up right in front of Teresa.

Phone pressed to his ear, he said, “Hey, what’s up?”

Nettie’s voice was bright and easy. “Gaz, I’m back in the country. I get into Veridian Airport at four in the morning. Can you come pick me up?”

He didn’t even pause. “Sure.”

Nettie chuckled. “Alright, see you soon. We’ll talk then.”

The call barely lasted a minute, but Teresa could still hear that cheerful voice echoing from the phone. She didn’t even need to see Nettie to picture the kind of woman she was.

As Garry hung up, Teresa’s gaze dropped to the red cord wrapped around his wrist. She’d noticed it when they first met. For a guy like Garry, someone with money and power, to always wear a woman’s hair tie... well, whoever it belonged to had to mean something special.

Was it Nettie on the other end of that call?

Garry finished cleaning up the first aid kit and stood in front of her. “Don’t get that foot wet for a few days. If the wound stays red, go to the hospital.”

A weird feeling settled in Teresa’s chest. She just mumbled, “Okay,” her expression distant as she frowned.

Garry caught the look on her face. His own eyes darkened.

Last time they saw each other, she’d said she didn’t want to have anything to do with him anymore. But here he was, showing up again like he owned the place. No wonder she was annoyed.

Garry looked away, his jaw tight. “Do you want me to call Parrish to come take care of you?”

Teresa’s eyes snapped wide open. She stared at him, not even trying to hide her disbelief. “Garry, are you serious right now?”

Why would he call Parrish? What did Parrish have to do with anything? Was Garry completely out of his mind?

Now she was actually mad, and Garry just looked even more lost.

Thinking it over, he realized that even if someone had to call Parrish, it definitely shouldn’t be him. Honestly, wouldn’t that just look like he was picking a fight?

He’d messed up.

Still, every time he remembered how Teresa could laugh and joke with Parrish but always gave him the cold shoulder, he felt this sharp stab of jealousy he just couldn’t shake.

His frown deepened as he glared at the floor. “I’m leaving.”

She didn’t want him there, and he didn’t have a reason to stay.

Garry grunted, eyes drifting to the red cord on his wrist.

After a minute, he asked, “Tim, do you like anyone?”

Tim answered right away. “Yeah.”

“Does she like you back?”

Tim nodded. “Of course. I’m my mom’s only kid. She definitely loves me.”

Garry looked at him in the rearview mirror, his face darkening. Tim didn’t notice a thing. “What’s wrong, Garry?”

Garry just shook his head, tired. It was pointless. Tim would never get it. “Nothing. Let’s go.”

The next day, Teresa caught a flight back to Harrisburg.

Davina stayed behind, wanting to keep learning at The Craft & Vision Atelier.

Later, Teresa got a call from the police about what happened the night before. The three guys who harassed her had been arrested, but there was no clue who put them up to it.