The Runaway Groom

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Chapter 769

The girl said, "You're drunk.’

She closed the door to the taxi, which drove them to the hotel.

On the other hand, Zachary seemed to be convinced that she was Lulu. He caught her wrist as she mumbled,

'Please don't leave me.*

The girl was certainly aware that he had the wrong girl, but it was her duty to serve all his millionaire needs and

bear with it.

Soon, the taxi arrived at the hotel and she helped Zachary inside.

When she swiped the card to unlock the door, however, Zachary suddenly pushed her away, wobbling even as he

snapped, "Y-You're not Lulu!"

The girl did a double take, but walked up to him again." You're drunk!”

"Who are you?" Zachary growled, narrowing his eyes. "S-Stay away from me.”

When he tried to push her away again, he stumbled backward in reflex and dropped on his bottom.

On the other hand, the girl was scowling after being pushed away twice.

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"Look, I was paid to do this. Did you think I wanted to get all touchy with you?"

She wondered if she should go right then, since she was already paid and he could not do anything when he is this

drunk.

It was no loss for her anyway, so she turned and left.

In the next room, Lulu was just bandaging a wounded man.

"I'm fine, really." Martin York pursed his pale lips. "Sorry to bother you when it's so late. You really should go."

Lulu gathered her things. "Just be careful the next time you're on the job. You're lucky you weren't killed this time."

"Gotcha."

Lulu got up and told him, "Rest well. I'm going now, but I'll be back tomorrow."

"Yeah."

Martin was the friend of an ex-colleague.

She had actually found a position as a forensic doctor here at New Kent through another ex-colleague's friend,

having decided to settle down here for the slow pace.

Carrying her medical briefcase, she stepped outside and gently closed the door, only to find a man lying flat on the

walkway.

She did not want to meddle, but inadvertently noticed from up close that it was Zacahry!

Her face stiffened, but quickly strode off, having no intention to get involved.

"Lulu..."

Zachary was absolutely drunk, but he still murmured her name.

The elevator jingled and the doors opened just then.

Lulu, however, stood still, her hands clenching.

She then turned around to help Zachary, and saw that the door to his room was already opened.

He must be so drunk that he just lay there without going in, ending up on the floor outside.

Dragging him inside with much difficulty, Lulu eventually managed to put him in bed and pull a blanket over him.

Just as she was about to leave, however, Zacahry suddenly caught her wrist.

"Don't go. Lulu!"

Lulu frowned. "Weren't you drunk-’

She was pulled to bed before she could finish, and Zachary started to pepper her with kisses. "Lulu, I missed you..."

Lulu realized then that he was really drunk, and did not actually recognize her.

Her chest suddenly felt breezy as he tore her blouse open, and as she watched the man who kept repeating her

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name despite his murky gaze, she gave up on resisting.

It was perhaps fate that brought them together again, despite being separated so far away from each other.

Zachary was vicious, as if pumping all his yearning into her.

Lulu bought some bagels in the morning, since he must be feeling a terrible hangover right now, with his voice

turning completely hoarse.

She was carrying the paper bag and arrived at the hotel entrance when she saw Zachary at the lobby, speaking

with a young woman.

Lulu was too far to hear them, but she could see her smiling sweetly and fawning over Zachary.

Seeing them from afar, they appeared to get along very well!

Although Zachary had his back to Lulu and she could not see his expression, she could guess that he would not

dislike her.

He probably wants to start over, and she should not impose.

And here she was thinking that they could pick things up where they left it...

It seems that she was a victim of wishful thinking last night.

Throwing the bag of bagels into a trash can, she turned and strode off.

Was it you last night?'

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