Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 293

Most folks knocked with a rhythm of either two quick taps followed by a longer one or two long knocks followed by a quick tap But the person outside my door was playing a whole different tune “Knock–knock, knock–knock, knock–knock, knock–knack, knock–knock, knock”

“Knock, knock, knock! Knock, knock, knock.”

The knocking somehow morphed into a melody reminiscent of a childhood jingle. Still, it didn’t make me any! woken up.

less

grumpy about being

Shuffling in my slippers, I went to the door and yanked it open, only to find Gregory at the dont his hair a mess, draped in an oversized hoodie

Seeing me still in my pajamas, he smirked, “Jane, you remember we’ve got that trip to Vista Town today, right?”

I was impatient. “Yeah, of course. I texted you last night, asking when we were leaving. You never got back to me, remember?”

The prospect of hitting up the Vista Town market had to go through him, and suddenly, my moming grumpiness vanished, replaced by a sense of urgency and perhaps even a touch of appreciation. “I figured you’re usually up at odd hours and thought I should let you catch some extra 2’s. And then again, what’s got you up so early today?”

lazily against my door frame with his

said, “Then maybe you should head back

a beast, and good sleep

me. “So, am I going back to sleep, or are you?”

I don’t see you with your luggage

That snapped me awake. I slammed the door shut, rushed back to my room, and packed my clothes into my suitcase

yogurts from the fridge for breakfast on the go, I reopened the door to

without unnecessary words, not an extra punctuation

his usual flashy sports car, but instead,

the cat, the driver

replying. “That’s me.”

is already inside. The driver took my luggage, opened the car door for me, and there was Gregory, fast asleep with an eye mask on, oblivious to

was short, barely two hours

breakfast and, finding

“Lily”

heard a murmur beside me.