The Runaway Groom novel Chapter 1146

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.

In the end, he had 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 who fixed it.

"How noble of you. In that case, I have nothing to say either."

Vivian noticed just then that Zachary was not watching her at all, and she deliberately cut herself, yelping, "Ow! It hurts!"

As Zachary strode away, she lunged at him, "Mr. Slate, look! My hand is bleeding…"

"Really?" Vivian was skeptical.

"Yeah," Lulu replied.

Anyone would prefer to hear nice things to themselves, and Vivian was no exception as she started to convince herself of that fact.

"Mr. Slate definitely likes me," she said. "He wouldn't have let me stay here otherwise and would've gotten another cleaner instead."

"Exactly." Lulu smiled.

Vivian then winced and came to her senses. "Oof, my hand really hurts. You can clean up this mess—I'm dead tired, and I need to sleep."

With that, she rushed to her bedroom.