The Runaway Groom

Vivian and Lulu turned at the same time to find a man entering, skateboard in hand.

Who else could it be other than Ken Dawson?

"M-Mr. Dawson..." Vivian hung her head, surprised that Ken would catch her like this.

Mr. Dawson?

Lulu was left studying Ken in turn, as Vivian knew him and addressed him so politely.

That meant he must be working in the same office and command more than enough respect from even Vivian.

Still, why would he show up here?

Ken, however, had his eyes fixed on Vivian, as if he never saw Lulu.

"Are you on a mission to blow up Mr. Slate's mansion while he's away?" he asked, clicking his tongue. "After what you did to his house, I wonder if he's going to chase you away first, or demand that you compensate him."

Lulu turned away at the same time. Since those two were acquainted, and the man did not appear hostile, she had no reason to get involved.

curious about her-before she could head inside the mansion, he said, "You haven't introduced the lady

Jones, the babysitter Mr. Slate hired. Wendy Jones, this is Mr. Dawson, one of Slate Industries' shareholders." Lulu nodded in turn-so he was that highly

afternoon, Mr. Dawson," she greeted him. "If there's nothing else, I'm going to

away, Ken suddenly

turned toward him, unsure why

neglected to give Lulu his

and adjusted Star's weight in her hands. "Oh, I see..." Lulu's

up the charred scent

el

to Star's room in case she

looking at

that Zachary would leave two

her teeth so hard they could break as she

highly of

me to the kitchen..." Ken

her hair-the man always appeared neutral at Slate Industries, but he

"What? We aren't in the office-can't I

suddenly a professional secretary again and

saw the mess within, and Vivian looked on in shock as he started to put on an apron... "You can cook, Mr.