When Love Breaks by Jack

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?”

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

lazily against my door frame with

you should head back and get some

shut–eye myself. Work had been a beast, and good sleep was a luxury I

going back

glanced at his wristwatch, casually adding, “Twenty minutes. If I don’t see you with your luggage ready to go, consider that

I slammed the door shut, rushed

a quick wash–up and grabbing a few sandwiches and yogurts from the fridge for breakfast on the go, I reopened the door to find Gregory

without unnecessary words, not an extra punctuation mark

sports car, but instead,

the cat, the driver

replying. “That’s

door for me, and there was

to Vista City was short, barely two hours

finished my makeshift breakfast and, finding a comfortable position, drifted

“Lily”

heard a murmur beside me. And almost instinctively, I responded