He Gave Her My Eyes A Story of Final Sight novel Chapter 94

Theresia cradled a glass of juice, giving Helena a once-over. “So, are you thinking of switching careers or something?”

Hanson had already spilled the beans to Helena, so she knew Theresia was in on the party’s real agenda.

Helena grinned and nudged her, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “Please, this is all for your own good. Seriously, romance is the best self-care for a woman. Who says you have to get married, but you can’t skip out on dating. You don’t need a husband, but you definitely need a boyfriend.”

She slipped her arm through Theresia’s, turning on the charm. “Come on, be honest. Did anyone here actually catch your eye?”

Theresia didn’t even pause. “Not a single one. Total disappointments.”

Helena murmured under her breath, clearly baffled. “No way. How could they all be duds? Wait, look over there to your right… Oh my god, check out that guy. He’s ridiculously handsome. How do I not know someone that good-looking? That doesn’t make sense.”

Theresia followed Helena’s gaze, curiosity winning out. And then she saw him—a face so striking it made her heart skip.

Garry.

Her eyes flickered with panic and suddenly she started coughing, hard.

Helena’s concern was instant. “Hey, are you okay? Did it go down the wrong pipe?” She handed Theresia a napkin.

Theresia quickly looked away, her cheeks burning. She wasn’t even sure if she was blushing from the coughing fit or for some other reason.

Helena leaned in, whispering, “That handsome guy is staring at you.”

Theresia pretended not to hear, but her usual cool was nowhere to be found. “You know, you’re unusually chatty tonight.”

She stood up, trying to sound casual. “I’m going to the break room for a bit.”

Three months of longing crashed over him in that instant. His arms tightened as he pulled her close, his heart pounding. “Theresia, the last time I saw you, all I wanted was to hold you like this.”

When you hate someone, even the sound of their breathing is enough to make your skin crawl. The scent she’d once found so comforting now made her feel sick.

“Lawrence, let go of me,” she snapped. “Or you’re really going to regret it.”

He didn’t budge. He wasn’t planning on letting go, not now, not ever. No matter how she felt, he wasn’t backing down. “I just want to hold you.”

Too bad all she wanted was to see him behind bars.

Suddenly, a new idea popped into her head. She quietly switched on her phone’s recording app.

She let out a cold laugh. “Lawrence, that was you I saw in Silverpine, wasn’t it? You set up Webb’s accident, didn’t you?”