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 catch some extra 2’s.

against my door frame with

“Then maybe you should head back and get

Work had been a beast, and good sleep

I going

minutes. If I don’t see you

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

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

was true to his style without unnecessary words, not an

his usual flashy sports car, but instead, a luxurious sedan parked

the cat, the driver politely

replying. “That’s

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

City was short,

my makeshift breakfast and, finding a comfortable position, drifted

“Lily”

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