Taylor took Zac to a bustling night market and they sat down at a roadside stall. Zac, sitting on a small stool, looked casual but sat up straight like a soldier, exuding a military aura that made people cast glances at him.
Taylor gazed at Zac, feeling a surge of happiness. He truly was impressive; even his sitting posture gave her a sense of safety.
Taylor ordered some barbecue and two bottles of beer. Lifting her glass to Zac, she said earnestly, "Even though you don't want me to say thank you, I have to. Uncle Frank has created a lot of trouble for me, and those issues aren't something I could solve on my own. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have been able to complete this task. Zac, thank you," Taylor said, her eyes sincere with gratitude.
Zac raised his beer glass and clinked it
