The Runaway Groom

Before Lulu could leave, Zachary turned and saw her, calling out, "Ms. Jones!"

As Lulu paused, he slowly wiped his mouth with a tissue and pointed at Lulu while telling Vivian, "I haven't introduced you—she's the new babysitter I hired."

Vivian was just about to put more food on Zachary's plate, and she straightened right then. "Babysitter? I see..."

There was nothing wrong with her tone, but Lulu felt hostility the instant their eyes met!

“This is my assistant, Vivian!" Zachary continued just then.

smiling cheerfully since she knew when to keep her distance. "Nice to meet you. I'm

You must be impressive since Mr. Slate would hire you himself," Vivian said, probing her with a smile and flattery. "Mr. Slate always had a good eye, and there must be something about you that

brought, opening it and revealing a large amount of childcare products. “I

a little dumbstruck, she smiled and promptly picked up a baby food steamer, which she then placed on the table. “This one is imported—you can't usually get it locally, but I heard it's

to claim for something like this!" Vivian exclaimed, waving him off, before

their age. It's better than

she continued to pull a pile of things from the bags, Lulu more or less read her mind

well, could he not? Why else would

he did

Did this mean...