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,

her little hand brushing against Wendy's

a weird sensation as he watched, though it was clearly different

sighed before suddenly chuckling —Wendy

she was not lying when she

stared at the screen again, seemingly goofing off and spying on her. Eventually, he glanced at the clock before heading out of the office— aside

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

and

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

kept walking and made a turn, and she saw a familiar figure