The Runaway Groom

Vivian's hands were left hanging in the air as Ken tied the apron himself, knowing full well what she was thinking as he saw the disappointment in his eyes.

"If I recall, Mr. Slate really likes South City's roast goose. He's been working hard-I'm sure he'd be pleased if you bought it for him."

Vivian's eyes lit up-that was true, Zachary would think highly of her if she showed that she cared.

However...

"Can't I get it from elsewhere? A round trip to South City would take half a day..." she muttered.

That was exactly what Ken wanted-he wanted her gone and would have not mentioned it if it was close!

In fact, Zachary was the one who told him to keep an eye on Vivian and stop her from causing a mess.

On the other hand, Vivian continued tentatively, "C-Could you get it for me? Mr. Slate asked me to clean the mansion..."

Ken's eyes narrowed, his usually goofy demeanor gone. "What, do you think I have the free time to help you do that? Or perhaps your pretty face gives you the right to tell men what to do?" Vivian flushed. "What are you saying? That's not what I mean..."

"You know what you mean in your head," Ken chuckled and breathed into her ear, "I've seen far too many women like you, only ever slaving themselves to men-your moves are so crude I can see through it with one look. Also, I prefer women with modesty, get it?"

Vivian bit her lip-she would die than admit that she was a woman who slaved herself to men.

"Stop it! You don't know me!" she snapped and stormed out of the front door.

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that, just as he was a man of his word.

"Yeah."

cleaned up the