Zachary, however, was quite calm, his expression clear. He gave Olivia a brief glance and said in a deep voice, "Time to get up."
"Oh."
Olivia answered, throwing back the covers and heading for the bathroom.
Waking up to a handsome guy first thing in the morning made her heart beat a little faster.
She was, after all, a bit shy.
Zachary got up as well, slipped on his slippers, and headed out.
As the bedroom door opened, Miss Young's eyes immediately fell on the man standing beside it in his pajamas.
"Young Master, Mrs. Fairchild asked for you both to come down for breakfast."
"Mm, I know."
Zachary acknowledged her and turned to go back inside.
Miss Young's eyes twinkled. Looking at Zachary's lean frame, she added quickly, "Young Master, Mrs. Fairchild had a tonic soup prepared for you. Please go down and have some. You can continue resting afterward."
Zachary was speechless.
"I know."
With that, Zachary strode quickly back into the room.
