ZACH’S POV

I headed back downstairs to see Mrs Henderson waiting for me at the bottom of the staircase.

“Mrs Henderson,” I said as a way of greeting.

“Mr Stewart, your guest is in your study. I have provided him with refreshments. Do you need me to do anything?”

I shake my head slowly. “No, Mrs Henderson. You can go home, thank you.”

“Oh, it's not…” she started.

I but in, taking note of the tired, dark circles beneath her eyes. “You look exhausted, Mrs Henderson. You should go home and rest up.”

She smiled tentatively. “Thank you, Mr Stewart. Do have a good night’s rest.”

“And you too,” I...