The Runaway Groom

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Chapter 687

Zachary glowered. "Are you saying that we're already dead?'

Mrs. Slate scowled, her fingers clenching on the handles of her wheelchair. 'I was hurt, but I came back on a

wheelchair because I had to. I'm worried she'd hurt you-"

"If she does kill me, I deserve it. Consider that I'm paying your debt."

With that, he reached for the door handle, but suddenly paused and turned around to his mother again. "Don't

mention anything, and pretend you know nothing about the fire."

After all, he knew very well that Lulu would just leave him if she could not have her revenge, and he wanted to keep

her at his side even if she was doing it out of spite.

"If she leaves me again because of you, I'll never forgive you!"

"Fine, I'll even treat her like my daughter," Mrs. Slate quickly replied. But you have to be wary of her-l don't want

you to get hurt.”

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Zachary sneered. "You don't want me to get hurt while you hurt others?"

Mrs. Slate had no comeback for that. "Look, I know I've made mistakes, but I've done it. What do you want from

me? To send me to jail?"

She certainly did not like Zachary mentioning it endlessly-did she not have her own pride and dignity?

"Was it something I said? I'm just telling you to be careful because I don't want you to get hurt, or is that wrong?"

Mrs. Slate ranted, holding her chest as if to hold back her frustration. "I was punished for my mistake, and there will

be extensive scars left on me even after I recover. Your father had always been cold to me, so it's not like this

would help matters-he wouldn't even want to look at me a second longer now! But have I complained about or

spited Lulu Adams for this? No, because I know I deserved that after what I did, or are you saying that caring about

you is unforgivable now too?!"

Zachary knew that he was prone to anger because of his foul mood, and

now that he had calmed down, he said, "I know. I will watch out."

Mrs. Slate was still huffing, however. "You can eat with her now. No need to wait for me."

Zachary did not try to reason. He simply said, "The doctor must have told you to keep your diet bland, didn't he?

Just ask the servants to cook for you."

With that, he opened the door and strode out, looking out at the dining area as he did.

Lulu was sitting there, eating alone without a care like an emotionless machine-cold and apathetic, unconcerned by

anything.

Zachary walked over and sat by her side and put more food on her plate.' Have some more."

Lulu continued eating, but simply pretended as if she did not see him put the food in her place, and kept eating

everything else.

Zachary watched quietly but said nothing, and they returned to their respective rooms after dinner.

Standing before his window with his arms folded before his chest, Zachary was musing to himself.

He had never gone to Lulu's room previously, but things were different now -he was paranoid about her leaving

him.

The more he thought about it, the more he realized that he must give her a reason not to leave.

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And for a woman, a child was perhaps reason enough for her to abandon her hatred for his mother and himself.

He resolved himself the instant that thought crossed his mind.

He drove out to get what he needed, and after he returned, he poured milk into a glass in the kitchen and took it

upstairs.

As he knocked on Lulu's door, she asked, "Who is it?"

"It's me," Zachary replied.

Lulu got up and unlocked the door, which she kept locked every night before sleep.

She was always wary here too!

"What is it?"

She kept her fingers on the doorknob, seemingly having no intention of letting Zachary in.

Zachary simply passed her the glass of milk. "Have some milk before you sleep."

Lulu refused. "I was sleeping already, and I've already brushed my teeth.”

Zachary simply stood there without a word, as if he would remain there as long as Lulu did not drink it.

The stalemate lasted for minutes until Lulu took the glass, chugged it, and returned it to him. "Are we done here?"

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