The Runaway Groom

There was a twinkle in Stan's eyes, but he did not agree to it right away. "I'll call her and speak to her about it... Or should I give you her number and let you ask?"

"Sure," Zachary replied. "I can get in touch to see if she's suitable.” "Okay," Stan whipped out his phone and sent him the number, and Zachary's phone vibrated on the dashboard.

Zachary took Stan to dinner later to celebrate his return—it was just the two of them, and they drank a lot.

“Now that I'm back, it feels like you're acting weird..." Stan said seemingly nonchalantly, twirling his glass.

"Really?" Zachary chuckled coolly but did not press the issue and raised his glass. "Perhaps!"

"Congratulations. You get to come back even though you're always busy!" Stan raised his glass in turn.

However, Zachary suddenly mentioned Lulu while they clinked glasses. "How's your cousin related to you?"

"What cousin?" Stan was confused, though he realized with a start before Zachary spoke.

She's just some distant relative living abroad,

she wanted me to bring her back. Moreover, I don't know what she has in mind or if there's work she wants. If she doesn't want to work

head before he could finish. "No,

with his baby. “Yes, you shouldn't get

Zachary rubbed his forehead. "Sometimes, I really envy

me?

Freedom!

Such an enviable word.

appeared a little drunk as he

concerned to see him wobbling. “Let's get you a cab. I

"It's fine!"

phone anyway... only to pause as he stared at the

was no telling how long had passed when he nonchalantly slipped the phone back in his pocket. "Can you really go home? I'll call a designated

not needed with friends as close