He Gave Her My Eyes A Story of Final Sight novel Chapter 75

The streetlight barely lit up his eyes, shadows playing across his sharp features. That high nose said everything about him, proud and dangerous all at once.

Garry leaned against the car, his suit perfectly pressed without a single wrinkle. He looked like something out of a magazine, cool and untouchable.

Theresia didn’t react, so Garry tried again. “Teresa, you don’t have to be so formal. Last time, you gave me a ride. This time, I’m giving you one. It’s only fair.”

She didn’t know what to say. He was just... odd.

Theresia forced a polite smile. “Garry, really, you don’t have to go out of your way. It was nothing.”

Some people you just couldn’t offend, but you definitely needed to keep at arm’s length. Garry was exactly that kind of person.

She started to walk off, but Garry’s eyes followed her, his brows drawing together. “Teresa, did you hear that Lawrence is interested in Kingsport lately?”

Theresia froze mid-step.

She always kept up with Lawrence’s moves, but this was new. Clearly, Garry’s information network was way ahead of hers.

“Want to talk in the car, Teresa?”

She didn’t hesitate this time and slid into the passenger seat.

It felt awkward, being so close to him. But one thing she knew for sure—Garry wouldn’t hurt her, at least not right now.

She broke the silence first. “Garry, where did you hear that?”

The car rolled forward, streetlights sliding shadows across Garry’s face. He glanced at her. “I have my ways.”

Translation: None of your business. Theresia felt a little embarrassed.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have asked.”

She turned and looked at Garry. He sat perfectly straight, not a single extra emotion on his face.

Their eyes met for a moment, then he turned away. “Warren, turn up the heat.”

Warren looked at him in the mirror, confused. “Garry, you hate the heat. If it gets any warmer, you’ll…”

Garry cut him off with a cold look. “Just do it. No questions.”

Warren did as he was told, not saying another word.

Theresia felt more than just surprise. There was something about the scent on the jacket—it felt oddly familiar.

She studied Garry out of the corner of her eye.

He suddenly broke the silence, the mood vanishing in an instant. “Teresa, I’m a clean freak. Make sure you get the jacket washed before you give it back.”