The Runaway Groom

It was already 10 AM.

After Zachary returned to his office after the meeting, he did not wait to turn on the monitor, which still showed various angles in his home. Luna was awake and had just finished her milk. Wendy had carried her out in the courtyard to bask in the soft sun.

There was a shed in the courtyard as well, making it a great place to bring a baby.

Luna's tiny clothes were being dried on the veranda nearby. Wendy washed everything by hand with a specialized detergent.

She was staring at the baby, holding a toy as she seemed to talk to herself.

"Are you full yet, baby?"

"Mr. Slate was saying you were crying a lot last night. That won't do— he's busy with work every day, so you should sleep properly!"

I'm a professional... sunbathing helps adjust your melatonin levels, and after this, you're definitely sleeping well

babbling, her little hand brushing against Wendy's face just

sensation as he watched, though

off the monitor and sighed before suddenly chuckling —Wendy was saying that for his benefit, was

was not lying when

before heading out of the office— aside from the

were voices occasionally heard outside, though the mood in the company had generally

way, and the clock was soon pointing

turn around after hearing her fake excuse. "Sure, you may go." She left, hurried through an alley and arrived outside a familiar shop. She whipped out her phone, making a call as she watched the alley. No one answered, and she hung up, straightening

walking and made a turn, and she saw a