The Runaway Groom

Lulu was the only one in the house, and no one else would do it if not her.

"I'm fine. It's not that tiring," she assured Zachary.

Zachary scowled. "Sue will need another week to return. I'll have Vivian come by to help then."

Vivian Crowe?

Lulu was upset, but she could not say anything since Zachary had already made up his mind. "If that's what you have in mind, Mr. Slate."

After playing with Star for a while, Zachary began to pack up for the long stay at Goldpool.

When he arrived downstairs, he found Lulu making vegetable juice for Star. The baby was nearby, sitting on her highchair and sucking on her thumb as her big eyes darted between them. As he walked up to Lulu, he asked, "Is there anything I can help with?"

"You can help me wash those vegetables, Mr. Slate," Lulu replied, since the man was free anyway.

It was the last night he will be seeing Star in a while, and the baby would definitely miss him for the month...

"Okay," Zachary said, rolling up his sleeves to clean the carrots and cucumber.

Lulu stared at him for a while and took one of the aprons off the hanger nearby.

you wear this,

apron, waving his hands to dry it. "Can you help me? My hands are wet," he said, arching

left staring blankly for a moment-she did not expect

His hands

since

indeed wet, and

for her

Well, she was

him with the apron

she

wel.net

their eyes inadvertently met-and on a height, since he

his so atypical, composed and calm-was just like how he was

never changed,

he never changed,

up now, Mr. Slate," she

holding up his arms so that she could tie the apron around

heart was pounding, but he

began cutting an apple into slices