The Runaway Groom
Chapter 984

“Yes, she is,” Martin said.

He was watching Jean too, and he was certain she would grow up to be like Lulu—a woman of loyalty and sentiment.

Once she was willing to help a person, she would even be willing to put her life on the line.

How could someone like that not be loved?

"Well, I guess you're just luckier than I am." Zachary sighed as he handed Jean back to Martin then, since he could not carry Jean off no matter how much he wanted.

Martin did not deny it.

After some thought, Zachary whipped out a debit card—financial support was about the only thing he could do for her now. "Here. It's for the little one.”

Martin did not reject it since it was for Jean and he had no right to decide for her.

He would keep it and give it to her when she was older, telling her that she had the freedom to choose.

Likewise, she had the right to know her real father, as well as the right to choose her life!

Zachary was actually impressed by Martin's composure and generosity, and he decided that he had no qualms about losing.

“You said you were going to buy me a drink?" he asked just then.

If he did not drink a little, he would never douse the fiery envy in him! With that, Martin carried Jean back upstairs, where Lulu was waiting. Handing Jean over to Lulu, he said, "I'm sending him off."

Lulu nodded.

Martin took Zachary to a cheap bar, asking, "Is this alright with you?" After all, he had always been an average Joe and lived as such, never visiting any expensive joints.

Zachary shot him a look. "What's wrong with this? You know I'm jealous of you."

Martin smiled, looking blissful but saying, "What's there to be jealous about?"

"Showing off, are you?" Zachary snorted, and handed him a shot glass. "This is your punishment.”

It was cheap vodka which cost less than twenty dollars, but Martin was sporting enough to chug his shot.

But while he did, Zachary noticed the red mark visible beneath his shirt, just beside his collarbone.

His knuckles clenched beneath his table, and he lowered his gaze. There was this feeling in his heart that really stung, but he refused to guess why there was a mark there.

However, he could not help seeing the image of Lulu and Martin cuddling and making out in his mind.

He and Lulu kissed at best, and he knew that she was not the type who surrendered herself to just anyone.

And yet, she would leave something such a kinky trace on Martin—it was obvious how much she loved Martin!

He suddenly smiled, even as tears gathered in eyes.

Martin seemed to notice that Zachary was getting emotional but did not sense what it was that upset him.

Martin picked up the bottle and poured a shot for Zachary, asking, "You alright there?"

As Zachary looked up, he said a little pettily, “That's two more on you." "Nope." Martin waved Zachary off—he could hold his liquor, but he should not drink when he had a family.

How could a respectable husband go home drunk?

Still, Zachary poured two shots for him. "Drink!"

Martin was wary. "Is there something wrong?"

"Just do it!" Zachary urged.

Martin did not do it, however. "At least give me a reason?"

"Because you're a show-off,” Zachary snapped.

He tried to keep himself calm, but he could tell that his face was contorted with envy right now even without a mirror!

Martin stared blankly at him for a moment, but he soon noticed that Zachary was staring at his neck and realized with a start.

Clearing his throat, he mused that Lulu maybe should not have gotten so eager and left that on his neck.

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