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?”

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

lazily against my door frame with his eyes

you should

beast,

“So, am I going back to sleep, or

minutes. If I don’t see you with your luggage ready to

door shut, rushed

and grabbing a few sandwiches and yogurts from 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

his style without unnecessary words, not an extra punctuation mark in

flashy sports

cat, the driver politely

replying.

already inside. The driver took my luggage, opened the car door for me, and

to Vista City was short, barely

breakfast and, finding a comfortable position, drifted off

“Lily”

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