"Just, it might wrong you a little. If you're unwilling, Lady Octavia won't force you."
"But if you are willing, this could be a chance for you and Ashton."
Rebecca's eyes flashed with a glimmer of light, but her expression remained confused, "Lady Octavia, your method is..."
Lady Octavia glanced at the maids gathered in the hall, waved them away, and then whispered in Rebecca's ear, "I'll call Ashton in a while and ask him to come back. You first... "
As she listened, Rebecca's eyes widened, and a blush crept onto her fair, radiant face.
When Lady Octavia finished speaking, Rebecca covered her face and bashfully said, "Lady Octavia, this is not right..."
"When Ashton wakes up, he'll be angry."
"Let him be angry." Seeing her reaction, Lady Octavia knew that Rebecca was likely to agree and continued to persuade her gently, "You know his temperament, and he'll be angry if we use tricks on him. But anger aside, he'll still have to take responsibility, won't he?"