" It's him! It's actually him!"
Emma's subconscious screamed. The same man she'd met on that day! How didn't she figure it out the whole time?
" Mr. Braxton." Mrs. Adams said, drawing attention to herself.
Asher maintained eye contact with an alarmed Emma. " Take care of her. You've been given guidelines. Adhere strictly to it. I don't want any mishaps."
" Yes sir."
Mrs. Adams' words brought a feeling of comfort to a panicked Emma. One thing she knew, the old lady was a sweetheart.
From her first encounter with Mrs. Adams, she had grown to trust and feel comfortable with her. She got an absurd motherly feeling from her and oddly felt covered in her company.
Being placed in her care only made her less fearful of what it meant for her to be in company of him.
Asher leaves the room after an intense, wordless eye contact with Emma. Taking a bow to the elderly woman, he conveyed his requests before finally leaving.