Zachary Santos fetched a blanket from the car and draped it over her.
"I believe you'll make a choice that you feel good about," Zachary Santos looked at her, "and I trust your judgement."
Ann Nolan looked up at him, "Thank you for trusting me so much."
"If I can't even trust you that little bit, I don't deserve to sit by your side," Zachary Santos said with determination, "I've bought your ticket for you. I will take care of everything, just focus on resting."
Ann Nolan looked at him gratefully.
For a moment, she didn't know what to say.
Even a simple "thank you" seemed weak and pale.
"I won't tell anyone about this," said Zachary Santos, "but whatever decision you make, just let me know beforehand, okay?"
Ann Nolan nodded her head.
"Good, very obedient," Zachary Santos smiled, "You don't need to go to the office today. Just go home, pack your bags, and leave the rest to me."
"I don't know how to thank you or..."
