The Runaway Groom

Glaring sharply at Vivian, Ken demanded, "Do I need your permission to be here? You're just a secretary, and one who only got her job because of pressing circumstances—and you're here telling me how to behave?"

Vivian did a double take-she presumed Ken to be agreeable since he was noncommittal about everything, and she really forgot her place!

Forcing herself to stay calm, she replied, "Mr. Slate told me to be here."

"For what?" Ken asked in return.

Vivian was actually left stumped. "To clean the house. He's worried that Wendy can't do it all alone."

"Are you sure that's what you're doing here instead of causing trouble?" Ken stared at her pointedly from head to toe, his tone clearly one of contempt. "You look like you're enjoying your time here." Vivian lowered her gaze and realized that she was still in her pajamas, having just woken up because she was hungry.

Still, she also became frustrated as she remembered the incident of the roasted goose, which failed to earn her an audience with Zachary. "It's all your fault! I traveled all the way to another side of the city just to get that roast goose, but my car broke down even before I got to see Mr. Slate! I had to spend the night in my car, and I wouldn't have to sleep at this hour otherwise! It's all your fault-you did this to me."

Ken chuckled. "How is it my fault when you're being dumb? Either way, what I'm seeing is you slacking off, sleeping when the sun is shining brightly overhead. But that's fine-I can tell Mr. Slate since he's not aware."

He whipped out his phone, looking like he was about to call Zachary, when Vivian frantically grabbed his wrist. "Please, stop!"

Ken smiled at her. "You want me to keep quiet?"

repeatedly. "Yes. Please don't

be arranged," Ken said, suddenly agreeable. "Go run an errand for me, and I promise to keep my mouth shut. How about

didn't sleep a wink

Ken shrugged, raising his phone

no choice but to give in. "Alright, alright. I'll

something there, so have

roast goose last night and ended up staying out on the road

told to run an errand for him even before she could take a

a move

snorted grumpily. "Don't

don't care about your dignity-makes no

"Y-You're insulting

Are you saying you have?" Ken chuckled. "You're the one trying to

what if I am? Mr. Slate is single!"

was actually stumped-Vivian

so there were no moral

as Vivian left to get changed, Ken entered, looking

went over, leaning by the balcony as he

ignored him,