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?”

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 his eyes

said, “Then maybe you should head back and get

had been a beast,

eyed me. “So, am I going back

don’t see you with your luggage ready to go, consider

awake. I slammed the door shut, rushed

quick wash–up and grabbing a few sandwiches and yogurts from the fridge for breakfast on the go, I reopened the door to

was true to his style without unnecessary words, not an

downstairs, expecting to see his usual flashy sports car, but

cat, the driver politely inquired,

nodded, replying. “That’s

the car door for me, and there

to Vista City was

makeshift breakfast and, finding

“Lily”

faintly heard a murmur beside me. And almost