The Runaway Groom

Zachary sidestepped her by reflex and asked coolly, "Where have you been? I told you to help with the housework, didn't I?"

"I was helping someone on an errand," Vivian said. "I'll clean the house right now."

With that, she rushed into the house and quickly moved to clean the plates and kitchen utensils on the table. However, before she could take them to the kitchen, she dropped the plates in her hurry. Hearing the loud crash as everything shattered into tiny pieces, Lulu hurried out of her room with Star in her arms.

As she saw Vivian quickly try to clean up the mess, she stood watching in the distance in silence.

On the other hand, Zachary was frowning-how was Vivian supposed to help in any way? She was all thumbs.

Still, he stood motionless, deciding to tell Vivian to leave right away if Lulu said she did not need her.

Lulu clearly disliked Vivian and could not stand her, but she refused to say it, even if she hated staying under the same roof as Vivian.

Instead, she asked, "Weren't you busy with work, Mr. Slate?"

Zachary asked in return, "Do you think she can really help you?"

"I'm sure you had something in mind when you chose her, Mr. Slate," Lulu replied. "I'm just a babysitter-I won't presume to sway your decision." Zachary snorted coolly in turn.

to give in-Lulu had clearly made up her mind to not ask him. Moreover, this was his mess, and he should be the one

Zachary was not watching her at

lunged at him, "Mr. Slate, look! My

Though she appeared miserable,

act nor her witty

his lips and

as he spoke,

Stention was

him

she did not

all or how he

he just could

thought Zachary cared. "Mr. Slate,

snapped coolly right then, "Why would I be worried?

strode off, leaving Vivian

turned toward Lulu. "What did Mr. Slate

call her an idiot?