Outside the banquet hall, Mila staggered through the corridor, barely able to walk properly. Her vision spun violently, and the luxurious hallway around her seemed to blur and tilt.
She wanted to find a restroom, but she no longer even knew where she was going.
The heat inside her body kept intensifying. Every breath felt heavier than the last.
"I need help…" she whispered weakly.
Her trembling fingers reached into her purse, pulling out her phone. But before she could unlock it, her steps faltered. The phone slipped from her hand.
"Careful." Strong arms caught her before she could fall.
Mila looked up weakly, but her vision remained too blurry to recognize the person clearly.
"You don't look well," the man said gently. "Come with me. I'll take you somewhere you can rest."
"No…" Mila pushed weakly against him. "I'm fine… thank you."
She tried to walk away, but her legs nearly gave out again.
Ethan immediately wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her closer.
