" 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...