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.

knew when to keep her distance. "Nice to meet you. I'm the childcare worker Mr. Slate hired for his

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

huge bag she brought, opening it and revealing a large amount of childcare products. “I brought a lot of stuff for the baby. Check them out and see if there's anything unsuitable. Just tell me, and I'll buy it

which she then placed on the table. “This one is imported—you can't usually get it locally, but I heard it's safe and easy to use. I had to queue up for

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

for their age. It's better than ordinary toys, and

from the

tell as well, could he not? Why else would the woman

did

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