RACHEL’S pov.

>>Forty-five Minutes Later<<

“Here you go, milady” Asher said, in a very decent British accent as he opened the passenger door, of his car for me.

“Thank you kind sir” I replied in a British accent too, but mine wasn’t as fluent as his.

I got in the car, he helped me with my seatbelt since my baby’s bump is kinda acting like a barrier.

Then he rounded the car and got into the driver’s seat.

“Are you sure you don’t wanna stop at McDonald’s?” he asked.

“Nope, I’m good” I answered.

“But you know skipping meals, especially breakfast isn’t healthy for anyone, then coupled with your condition”...