Most folks knocked with a rhythm of either two quick taps followed by a longer one or two long knocks followed by a quick <b>tap </b>But the person outside my door was ying a whole different tune “Knock–knock, knock–knock, knock–knock, knock–knack, knock–knock<b>, </b>knock”
“<b>Knock</b><b>, </b>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 <b>his </b>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 youst 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, reced 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. And then again, what’s got you up so early <b>today</b>?”
He leanedzily against my door frame with his eyes half–closed. “Haven’t slept yet”
I said, “Then maybe you should head back and get some sleep.”
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 nced 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 snapped me awake. I mmed the door shut, rushed <b>back </b>to my room<b>, </b>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 shy 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.
Seeing him so peaceful, I finished my makeshift breakfast and, finding afortable 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 jerked me awake. Opening my eyes, I saw <b>a </b>pair of blue<b>, </b>scrutinizing eyes staring right at me!
Startled, I patted my chest, trying to calm my racing heart. “Gosh, why are you looking at me like that?”
That was a different Gregory, his usual carefree demeanor reced with an uncharacteristic <b>chill</b>. “Did you just respond?”
“No, not at all. His intense gaze made me uneasy, and I almost instinctively denied it.
That seemed
Meanwhile, the car smoothly entered a grand estate, passing through a sea of flowers before stopping before a mansion the to leap out of a fairy tale.Content rights by N?velDr//ama.Org.
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 rtionship with Ramona, his eyes lighting up, “Ramona’s here?”