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?”

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

my door frame

should head back and get

beast, and good sleep was a luxury

am I going back to sleep, or

glanced at his wristwatch, casually adding, “Twenty minutes. If I don’t see you with your

slammed the door shut, rushed back to my room, and packed

sandwiches and yogurts from the fridge for breakfast on the go, I reopened the door to find Gregory had vanished. When checking my

to his style without unnecessary words, not

downstairs, expecting to see his usual flashy sports car,

cat, the driver politely inquired,

replying. “That’s

door for me, and there was Gregory, fast asleep

journey from RiverCity to Vista City was short, barely two hours on

my makeshift breakfast and, finding a comfortable position, drifted

“Lily”

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