Lulu made an awkward look—she had just moved all her belongings in there, and she did not have time to clean up again since she had to take care of Star.Still, she saw Vivian's enthusiastic glare and finally noticed that her room was closest to Zachary's.However, Lulu only picked it because it was close to Star's room, so she could take better care of Star."Can I stick to this room?""No way—I like this room. What, are you fighting with me over this?"How dare a babysitter refuse her!Vivian dragged her luggage case back to the living room to complain!"Mr. Slate, I want Ms. Jones' room. It's close to the living room so I can clean up better," she cried miserably, playing up her vulnerable maiden act.Lulu stood behind her, exasperated—men would always go along with women when they did that.Youth and beauty were their greatest weapon.She could not lecture Vivian either—she was just resorting to cheap moves to get what she wanted.Lulu just did not care about those thing

Vivian and Lulu turned at the same time to find a man entering, skateboard in hand.Who else could it be other than Ken Dawson?"M-Mr. Dawson…" Vivian hung her head, surprised that Ken would catch her like this.Mr. Dawson?Lulu was left studying Ken in turn, as Vivian knew him and addressed him so politely.That meant he must be working in the same office and command more than enough respect from even Vivian.Still, why would he show up here?Ken, however, had his eyes fixed on Vivian, as if he never saw Lulu."Are you on a mission to blow up Mr. Slate's mansion while he's away?" he asked, clicking his tongue. "After what you did to his house, I wonder if he's going to chase you away first, or demand that you compensate him."Lulu turned away at the same time. Since those two were acquainted, and the man did not appear hostile, she had no reason to get involved.However, it turned out that Ken was curious about her—before she could head inside the mansion, he said, "You have

Ignoring Ken, Lulu stored inside the kitchen and started washing Star's belongings."What would you like for lunch?""What?"Lulu was left staring at Ken in confusion again—the man did not speak with rhyme or reason!"Well, Vivian can't cook, and I suspect you're the same…"Would she have allowed Vivian to blow up the kitchen otherwise?Lulu still held her tongue anyway—Sue Lambert was supposed to return eventually.Seeing that, Ken did press the issue. "I'll make lunch. Tell me if you have something in mind."Lulu was actually caught stunned, and Ken explained even as she appeared pensive, "Now, now—don't judge me because I'm single. I don't mind telling you that I can cook well, and there aren't that many men as successful as I am. That reminds me—are you single too, Ms. Jones? If you are, would you like to know me better?"Lulu frowned—she despised flirty men like him.Once she was done washing everything, she left the kitchen.Ken, however, pressed on. "What would you li

While Zachary watched Star and Lulu like it was perfectly normal, Ken was scowling impatiently for being treated like a phone stand."To the left, Ken. I can't see Star…"When Ken did so, Zachary complained again. "That's too far left! A little to the right!"Ken kept adjusting as Zachary complained, until he had enough. "I'm not a camera stand, Zachary Slate!"Shoving the phone in Lulu's hand, Ken planted himself on a nearby couch, huffing.Lulu held the phone, aiming the camera at Star.The baby's little hands reached out toward the phone, and Zachary's heart could melt from the cuteness.He would like to stay home and give her a bear hug, but work progress had been slow, and it was only today that they were starting to get things done."Just wait for me, Star. Daddy will be home soon.""You're returning already, Mr. Slate?" Lulu asked, exceedingly uncomfortable.She would rather Zachary did not come back so soon since she was fine with spending time with Star like this.S

Not bothered by Vivian's outburst, Lulu turned back into the house. "What do you think you're doing?!" Vivian demanded furiously, feeling that Lulu was being dismissive of her. "Stop right there, Wendy Jones!"Not interested in upsetting her, Lulu turned to look at Vivian pointedly from head to toe. "Don't try to vent all your frustrations on me because Mr. Slate refused to see you. I'm not at fault—and how did you end up like that anyway?""You had to ask?! My car broke down on the way back, and it turns out that my phone was out of juice when I tried to call for a tow truck! I had to stay in the car the entire time and didn't get to wash my face or brush my teeth!"Lulu inhaled deeply. "Then go wash up before going to bed. I'm going to change too.""Hey!" Vivian was too frustrated to let this go, just as she dared to unleash her frustrations on Lulu and no one else. "Who do you think you are to tell me what to do?!"Lulu was at once speechless and not interested in responding,