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.

not react, even smiling cheerfully since she knew when to keep her distance. "Nice to

himself," Vivian said, probing her with a smile and flattery. "Mr.

revealing a large amount of childcare products. “I brought

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

an impatient glare. "Thank you. Send me the bill later. I'll claim it for you as expenses." “No way! You've taken such good care of me, I'm not so ungrateful that I'd ask to claim for something like this!" Vivian exclaimed, waving him off, before moving on to the baby clothes. "It's been hot lately, so it'd be

are some children’s toys, designed expressly for their age. It's better than ordinary toys, and you can

to pull a pile of things from the

as well, could he not? Why else

did

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