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.

Ken was curious about her-before she could head inside the mansion, he

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

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

away, Ken suddenly

unsure why he

I'm Ken Dawson," he added-Vivian neglected to give

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

she picked up the charred scent spilling out

el

room in case

at Lulu thoughtfully as

And to think that Zachary would

they could

of her,

to the kitchen..." Ken

staring blankly at Ken even as she straightened her hair-the man always appeared neutral at

raised a brow. "What? We aren't in the office-can't

was suddenly a professional secretary again and led Ken into the

within, and Vivian looked on in shock as he started to put on an apron... "You can