He Gave Her My Eyes A Story of Final Sight novel Chapter 239

Felton was furious, but if he was honest, the person he was most angry with was himself.

If he had half of Teresa’s talent, he wouldn’t have to go around asking others for favors.

He slumped against the wall, feeling completely drained, like all the fight had left him.

In the soft glow from the hallway, he glanced over at Teresa and forced a crooked smile. “Teresa, whether I like it or not, I have to admit the truth. You’re really good at what you do. I just can’t keep up.”

Teresa had managed to become who she was without leaning on any man or coming from some powerful family. That took real skill.

She looked a little surprised.

Felton had hardly ever acknowledged her strengths, not since Patti had come back.

Her eyes flickered, but she didn’t say a word.

After a beat, Teresa exhaled quietly. “I’m heading out.”

She was so used to arguing with Felton that this calm, awkward silence made her uneasy.

She walked ahead, and just as she was leaving, Felton called after her in a low voice. “Teresa, thank you.”

She paused for a moment, then kept on walking.

Back in the private room, Helena and Hanson were in the middle of a drinking game, laughing as they tried to outdo each other. Half the drinks were already gone.

Teresa dropped into a seat. Helena looked up, curious. “You’re back by yourself? Where’s Malloy?”

Teresa flopped against the sofa, looking tired. “Sent him home.”

Helena grinned. “Good call. Honestly, Malloy’s not even as good-looking as Hanson.”

Hanson straightened up, crossing his legs like he was posing for a magazine cover. “Please, don’t lump me in with that wannabe male model.”

Helena burst out laughing. “Okay, fine, Hanson. You’re the whole package. Smart, rich, hot, and fit. You’re basically my dream guy.”

Her thoughts kept circling back to Felton. Should she tell him the truth about who he really was?

Leila was just using him, treating him like her personal safety net. With Felton’s personality, he’d let her control him for the rest of his life.

Her phone buzzed, pulling her out of her thoughts.

It was Parrish calling.

Teresa picked up, and his smooth, warm voice filled her ear. “Teresa, Happy Valentine’s Day.”

She let herself relax, twirling a strand of hair around her finger. “Happy Valentine’s Day to you too.”

Through the window, she watched young couples strolling hand in hand, their smiles almost glowing in the streetlights. The sight took her back to those three years she’d spent with Lawrence.

Not once had he ever spent Valentine’s Day with her. In fact, he never celebrated any holiday with her.

Even on his own birthday, he’d always find some excuse to keep her away.