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?”

up 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 at odd

my door frame with

you should head back

Work had been a beast, and good sleep was a luxury I hadn’t indulged in

eyed me. “So, am I going

casually adding, “Twenty minutes. If I don’t see you with your luggage ready to go, consider that

rushed back to my room,

breakfast on the go, I reopened the

style without unnecessary words, not an extra

headed downstairs, expecting to see his usual flashy sports car, but instead, a luxurious sedan parked

the driver politely inquired, “Ms.

nodded, replying.

me, and there was Gregory, fast asleep with an

from RiverCity to Vista City was short, barely

him so peaceful, I finished my makeshift breakfast and, finding a comfortable position,

“Lily”

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