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?”

by a sense of urgency and perhaps even a touch of appreciation.

against my door frame with

“Then maybe you should head back and get

had been a beast, and good sleep was a luxury I hadn’t indulged

eyed me. “So, am I going back to

I don’t see you with your

me awake. I slammed the door shut, rushed back

the fridge for breakfast on the go, I reopened the door to find Gregory had vanished. When checking my phone, I saw a message from him sent

to his style without unnecessary words,

his usual flashy sports car, but instead,

the driver politely inquired, “Ms.

replying.

door for me, and

was short, barely two hours

so peaceful, I finished my makeshift breakfast and, finding a comfortable position, drifted

“Lily”

a light sleep, I faintly heard a murmur beside me. And