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?”

urgency and perhaps even a touch of appreciation. “I figured you’re usually

door frame

said, “Then maybe you should

shut–eye myself. Work had been a beast, and

am I going back to sleep, or

see you with your luggage

awake. I slammed the door shut, rushed back

the go, I reopened the door to find Gregory had vanished. When

without unnecessary words,

expecting to see his usual flashy sports car,

the

nodded, replying.

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

was

finished my makeshift breakfast and, finding a comfortable

“Lily”

murmur beside