Once it wrapped up, a celebratory dinner was held with the production team and the sponsors.

As she changed out of her outfit, Hadley sent a quick message to Zane. “Zane, thanks for your help today.”

Her main reason for sending the message was to talk to him about the clothes. “I’ve changed back into my own clothes. How should I return these dresses to you?”

Since the clothes had been borrowed from the boutique by him, it only felt right that he handled their return as well.

“Would it be alright if I asked my assistant to send them back and mention your name when she does?”

It took a while for Zane to reply. He was probably caught up with something.

“Just bring them to the hotel and hand them to me. I’ll take care of it.”

“Alright. Got it.”

Since that was what he preferred, Hadley had no reason to .

The lively energy from the crew carried on late into the night.

Back at the hotel, she planned to drop the clothes off with Zane. But when she knocked on his door, there was no answer.

So, she sent him another message.

“Zane, I’m at your door to give you the clothes. Are you inside?”

Hadley waited for a moment, but there was no response.

Puzzled, she turned to take her leave.

Just then, the door creaked open behind her.

“Hadley.” Zane’s voice didn’t sound quite like himself.

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“Zane?” She quickly turned back toward him.

He stood in the doorway with a faint smile. “Sorry, I was in the bathroom. I didn’t hear you knock.”

Was that really all it was? She wasn’t so sure.

Something seemed off. His complexion was pale, almost ashen, and he looked far from well.

Hadley’s brows drew together in concern. “Zane, are you okay?”

Zane paused for a while, then chuckled. “Oh? You noticed something wrong?”

“Yes!” Hadley nodded seriously. “You look awful. Are you feeling sick?”

“Not exactly…” Zane shook his head, the smile on his face visibly strained. He then reached for the bag in her hand. “These are the dresses, right? I’ll sort out their return tomorrow.”

“Oh, okay.”

Though hesitant, Hadley handed over the bags, still frowning with concern. But as Zane grabbed them, his hand trembled. The bags slipped and fell to the floor.

Startled, Hadley quickly crouched to pick them up.

Instead of giving them to him this time, she carried them into his room and set them down on the sofa. Then she turned to face him, worry etched across her face. “Zane, what’s going on? What exactly is wrong with you?”

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