NovelEnglishChapter 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 makeany! woken up.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtless 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 Seeingstill 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 prospect of hitting 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 hours and thought I should let you catch sextra 2's. And then again, what's got you up so early today?" He leaned lazily against my door frwith his eyes half-closed. "Haven't slept yet" I said, "Then maybe you should head back and get ssleep." I could use a bit more shut-eye myself. Work had been a beast, and good sleep was a luxury I hadn't indulged in for days.
Gregory eyed me. "So, am I going back to sleep, or are you?" He glanced at his wristwatch, casually adding, "Twenty minutes. If I don't see you with your luggage ready to go, consider that business opportunity gone." Bang! That snappedawake. I slammed the door shut, rushed back to my room, and packed my clothes into my suitcase After a quick wash-up and grabbing 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 message from him sent ten minutes ago. Waiting downstairs] That was true to his style without unnecessary words, not an extra punctuation mark in sight.
I headed downstairs, expecting to see his usual flashy sports car, but instead, a luxurious sedan parked out front. Standing by the cat, the driver politely inquired, "Ms. Webster?" I nodded, replying. "That's me." "Mr. Ford is already inside. The driver took my luggage, opened the car door for me, and there was Gregory, fast asleep with an eye mask on, oblivious to the world.
The journey from RiverCity to Vista City was short, barely two hours on the highway.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmSeeing him so peaceful, I finished my makeshift breakfast and, finding a comfortable position, drifted off myself. "Lily" In a light sleep, I faintly heard a murmur beside me. And almost instinctively, I responded with a soft "Hmm....” That response jerkedawake. Opening my eyes, I saw a pair of blue, scrutinizing eyes staring right at me! Startled, I patted my chest, trying to calm my racing heart. "Gosh, why are you looking atlike that?”
That was a different Gregory, his usual carefree demeanor replaced with an uncharacteristic chill. "Did you just respond?" "No, not at all. His intense gaze madeuneasy, and I almost instinctively denied it.
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Meanwhile, the car smoothly entered a grand estate, passing through ansea of flowers before stopping before a mansion the to leap out of a fairy tale.
It appeared he had notified them of our arrival, as a butler, dressed in the part, was already waiting for us at the door "Mr. Ford, Lady Ramona heard of your return and has been waiting or you here since dawn." Gregory seemed to have a close relationship with Ramona, his eyes lighting up, “Ramona's here?"
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