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 up at odd hours and thought I should let you catch some extra 2’s. And then again, what’s got you

against my door frame with his eyes half–closed.

said, “Then maybe you should head back and get some

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

going back to sleep, or are

see

awake. I slammed the door shut, rushed back

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

style without unnecessary words, not

flashy sports car, but instead,

by the cat, the driver politely inquired,

replying. “That’s

me, and there was Gregory, fast asleep with an eye

was short, barely two hours

my makeshift breakfast and, finding a

“Lily”

murmur beside me. And almost instinctively, I responded