The Runaway Groom

"Just leave the coffee here," Zachary snapped.

His head was just hurting—Luna was really throwing too much for a fuss to have a good night's sleep, though he was now relieved with the new babysitter.

On the other hand, Vivian was not in a hurry to leave even after leaving the coffee. "You're very busy, Mr. Slate, so it's understandable since your baby needs a guardian. Has Erma been doing a good job?"

After all, she was the one who arranged for Erma to work as a maid at Zachary's house.

"Yeah," Zachary replied flatly, but that only left Vivian perplexed.

She arranged for Erma since she was an old woman, so why was there a young woman in the cameras today?

Who was she? Why was she allowed to babysit?

to snare Zachary, and she could tell that

her imagination ran

at the tone, since she recognized

"Yes, Mr. Slate..."

awkwardly, to find herself staring at his sharp glare. “You're the one who recommended Erma, didn't you? You were saying that she was experienced with children?" Zachary demanded—he had

that, Vivian had

she's experienced!" Vivian exclaimed. "All my neighbors’ children grew up under Erma'’s care. Did she do something wrong?" While she

always prudent about how she behaved, while she acted high-and-mighty around everyone else. Even so, Zachary's tone was cold and impatient. "She definitely hasn't taken care of any children before. Remember to tell your neighbors that

was actually stunned—that