Upon hearing Asher's words, Rachel voiced her concerns, her eyes darting anxiously, "About that... Since you stirred up trouble with Bernard, he's bound to run to my father with tales. Once he learns I vouched for an unknown, he'll never stand by my decision."
Asher, however, was the picture of calm, a stark contrast to Rachel's fretful demeanor.
He smiled, a hint of mischief playing across his lips, "Why don't you go along and let me worry about whatever happens after. In the worst case, do as I say..." Asher briefly explained what Rachel should do.
Rachel's brow furrowed in puzzlement, her mind a whirlwind of questions.
Yet, his confidence was infectious, easing her worries, "Okay. But you can't stay here. I've arranged other accommodations for you and your...slave."
