Addison sat on the cold floor, her body burning with fever. The icy chill beneath her clashed with the heat coursing through her, leaving her feeling as though she might splinter apart. Her thoughts were muddled, yet a faint sense remained. Someone had come for her. But who? She couldn't quite tell. The flashlight in the man's hand cast a piercing beam that made it nearly impossible for her to see. Even so, Addison forced herself to look. She blinked against the light, desperate to make out his face. There was only one reason—he reminded her of Harvey. Rain continued to fall, droplets landing on the man's face and dripping onto her soaked dress. He stopped in front of her, his presence steady and reassuring. Without a word, he slipped off his jacket and placed it over her shoulders with a practiced ease. The gesture was gentle, almost familiar, and for a fleeting moment, it felt like something Harvey would do. The warmth of the jacket seeped into her, breaking through the cold that had settled deep in her bones. "Addison?" His voice was quiet, as though speaking louder might break her entirely. She could barely respond. A faint sound escaped her lips, no more than a whisper of acknowledgment. Her face burned crimson, her lips drained of color. The stark contrast told its own story, one of fever and desperation. He noticed immediately, his hand brushing against her forehead. The heat was alarming, her fever dangerously high. Setting the flashlight aside, he crouched down, wasting no time.He slipped an arm around her waist and lifted her, his movements careful and steady. Adjusting her weight, he ensured she was secure before reaching for the flashlight again. Addison rested against him, her mind fighting to stay conscious. Her voice trembled, barely audible. She had to know. Could it really be him? "Har ... " Had the fever blurred her mind so much that she had conjured up this man? Maybe no one had come for her. Perhaps it was all just a product of her fevered imagination, a vision as she slipped away. "Har ... " Addison's voice faltered. Before she could finish, the man's finger pressed softly against her lips, urging her to stay quiet. "Don't worry. I'll get you out of here." Addison tried to look up, but all she could make out was the man's jawline, his face still a blur. Her gaze dropped to the flashlight he was holding, the beam cutting through the darkness. Rain fell in the light, drifting down like tiny, fragile crystals. Somehow, hearing his voice brought a strange sense of reassurance to Addison. She couldn't fully explain why, but something inside her told her to trust him. Perhaps it was because she had somehow convinced herself this man was Harvey. Whenever Harvey was around, Addison always felt safe. He had a way of making everything seem simple, of organizing everything so well that nothing ever went wrong. Being with him meant she didn't have to think too hard. She could just exist, without worrying about a thing. Though Addison prided herself on her independence and clear thinking, she couldn't deny how comforting Harvey's presence was. It made her feel at ease and even ... drawn to him.The man's steps were steady as he moved them out of the dressing room. The bright lights outside seemed blinding after the dark. The sudden brightness was almost overwhelming. After so much time in the shadows, it took her a moment to adjust. She buried her face against the man's chest, trying to block the light. As soon as they stepped outside, a group of armed bodyguards surrounded them. Their eyes were cold, their hands on their guns, ready to act at the slightest provocation. The man didn't seem bothered. It was as if he had expected this. Without offering much explanation, he simply said, "She's burning up. "We need to get her to a hospital now." But the guards hesitated. Without orders from higher up, they couldn't let anyone leave. Not even Lance. Nothing would move until they found the person they were looking for. Not even an animal."Are you going to move or not?" The man's voice grew sharp, his concern for Addison evident. The bodyguards didn't move. The man looked at them, his gaze cold and dismissive. "The person you're looking for is right here," he said, his voice sharp. "She has a fever." "Either Leon gets a doctor here, or I take her to the hospital. Now." The bodyguards glanced at the woman in his arms. Addison, burning with fever, was tightly wrapped in Lance's jacket, her head hidden from view. The lights outside were blinding, and Addison, already struggling, instinctively buried herself further into Lance's chest. If Lance hadn't spoken, no one would have known who he was holding. "Report this to the boss," one of the bodyguards snapped, still uncertain. Despite the uncertainty, they had no choice but to investigate.After hours of searching with no results, they couldn't afford to let this opportunity slip by. Lance remained where he stood, his patience wearing thin. He cradled Addison carefully, doing his best to keep her comfortable. Even as his arms began to ache, he didn't move. Her comfort came first. Just then, a voice cut through the tension. "Lance!" Virginia came rushing over, her face a mix of worry and urgency. She had been talking to Georgina, trying to convince her to take the fall for what had happened. But when Georgina hesitated, unsure about what to do, Virginia noticed Lance was nowhere to be seen. She quickly abandoned Georgina and began searching for him in the crowd. After what felt like forever, she still couldn't find him.Just as she was about to give up, thinking the Daves family had taken him, she spotted Lance surrounded by bodyguards. Without a second thought, she ran toward them. When she arrived, she saw Lance holding someone. His name had barely left her mouth before she froze. As she took in the scene, regret washed over her like a cold wave. She wanted to punch herself. Her gut instinct hit her. It had to be Addison in his arms. Virginia's heart sank. She felt a cold rush through her limbs.