The Runaway Groom

Zachary looked up at Lulu right then. "I'll raise Jean myself. I'll make the call whatever happens.”

In other words, he was telling her to not talk too much, especially about things he did not want to hear.

Jean was his flesh and blood—he would never let her suffer any grievance!

Also, why was Lulu presuming that he was getting married already? The thought never crossed his mind.

After all, what was the point of love when one thought about it, when all it brought was pain?

Now, he was finally over it and able to start anew.

Would he still get himself a woman who meddled with his life? No way! Physical needs were nothing but that—sentiment was unnecessary. Lulu certainly understood that she had no right to meddle after she entrusted Jean to his care.

She looked at Jean then, whose little lips were wiggling.

The baby was still so small, so soft.

She could not help being sad.

It was her hope and duty as a mother to watch her baby grow up.

But now...

and said,

downstairs, sitting beside a

to buy

to visit Ricky, since she could not do

she had returned again, she

a dozen minutes had passed. She waited a little longer, intending to return in around half an hour. However, she had just entered when she saw Zachary

a

it for her,” Zachary said

him for a

her without asking anything. "Zachary and I will stay

"Yeah," Lulu murmured softly.

"I'll text you which hotel we booked. You can visit Jean if

nothing—dragging her feet would not hurt more, and she had no time to raise Jean in the future

visiting Ricky. It's not safe here," she said. Irene

the bag, Zachary had already gone

Irene called out

frowned when he saw that she was carrying the bag. "I said I was going

you're rich, but Jean has to use it immediately, so how are you going to buy them right now? Do you even know which