The Runaway Groom

It was already 10 AM.

After Zachary returned to his office after the meeting, he did not wait to turn on the monitor, which still showed various angles in his home. Luna was awake and had just finished her milk. Wendy had carried her out in the courtyard to bask in the soft sun.

There was a shed in the courtyard as well, making it a great place to bring a baby.

Luna's tiny clothes were being dried on the veranda nearby. Wendy washed everything by hand with a specialized detergent.

She was staring at the baby, holding a toy as she seemed to talk to herself.

"Are you full yet, baby?"

was saying you were crying a lot last night. That won't do— he's busy with work every day, so

I'm a professional... sunbathing helps adjust your melatonin levels, and after this, you're

her little hand brushing against Wendy's

he watched, though it was

chuckling —Wendy was saying that for his benefit, was she

lying when she said she studied

on her. Eventually, he glanced at the clock before heading out of the office— aside from

heard outside, though the mood in the company had generally been somber after several failed

way, and the clock was soon

Zachary did not even turn around after hearing her fake excuse. "Sure, you may go." She left, hurried through an alley and arrived outside a familiar shop. She whipped out her phone, making a call as she watched the alley. No one answered, and she hung

turn, and she saw a familiar figure