By the time she reached the guest room, it was just as spotless as the rest of the house—so clean that the floors practically gleamed. After finally settling Matthew in, Addison sank onto the couch, deep in thought. Thankfully, she hadn't left anything particularly valuable in the villa. Otherwise, this would've been a disaster. That thought barely crossed her mind before her expression froze. Then, in an instant, she bolted toward her bedroom. It wasn't that she cared about expensive jewelry, sculptures, jade pieces, or famous paintings—those were all just material things to her. But there was one exception. The items she kept in her room—the ones tied to Harvey—were irreplaceable. She'd always had trouble sleeping, but hugging those things, the ones linked to Harvey, helped her get through the night. Some were gifts from him. Some were things they had bought together. Some were items he had once used. And some were things he had secretly purchased for her but never got the chance to give. Whenever she was in a bad mood, just looking at them gave her the strength to keep going. No matter where she moved, she always took those things with her, as if she were addicted to the memories they carried. Everything else in this house could be stolen, even the house itself—but if she lost those things, she didn't know what she would do. After what felt like forever, Addison finally reached her bedroom, breathless. She yanked open a drawer. The items were still there. She threw open her closet. Everything was untouched. She lifted the blanket. Still there. Nothing was missing. She let out a deep breath, shoulders finally relaxing. Thank god. If they had been taken ... She didn't even want to think about it. But as the panic faded, logic crept in. Those items weren't worth anything to anyone but her. If someone had broken in, they would've gone for the valuables downstairs first. No one would go out of their way to steal these things. She had just let her nerves get the better of her. Realizing this, Addison felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment. When it came to Harvey, she was always irrational. Letting someone into your life was easy. Getting them to leave ... now that was the hard part. She didn't know how to move on. As she sat there, lost in thought, a sudden knock on the door startled her. "Who is it?" "Ms. Daves, it's me." She had forgotten Gordon was still here. Addison got up and opened the door, revealing Gordon's stern, no-nonsense expression. His face was unreadable as he said, "Ms. Daves, I just finished checking the perimeter." Gordon was sharp. Their professional relationship had only started recently, but in just a few days, he had already learned to read even the smallest shifts in her expression.The moment she frowned, he noticed something was wrong. Even if she didn't say a word, he was observant enough to figure it out. That was why his first instinct had been to inspect the house. "I found no signs of forced entry," he stated. "Whoever entered this house ... walked in through the front door." Addison's eyes widened. Gordon had been a special forces soldier for years—his investigative skills were beyond question. Which meant the intruder had a key. But aside from Rosa, Addison hadn't given one to anyone else.