Gritting his teeth, Lance heard the expected answer and nodded, "Very well. "So, the two of them are living together, right?" A young couple living here—what a comfortable situation it must be. This must be much happier than staying at his family house. No wonder they moved out. He could now see through Addison. Rosa clearly didn't understand Lance's point. She nodded, "Yes. "However, Mr. Daves has been busy lately, so he's been coming home later these days. Ms. Daves is the only one at home." "Staying home by herself? Not even going to the lab?" Well, isn't this just perfect? She's abandoning her work to spend more time with her man, staying home all day long. How could she possibly know whether Dr. Nancy has an invitation? Even if the invitation had been delivered to the lab, Addison wouldn't know. The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. He gritted his teeth tighter, his eyes burning with uncontrollable fury. At that moment, he seemed like an enraged beast, ready to pounce at any moment. "Uh ... well ... " Rosa noticed something was wrong, quickly speaking up, "Mr. Johnston ... Is something wrong with the shoe rack?" "I'll move it right away," she said, rushing to the shoe rack before Lance could say anything. But the rack seemed made of some heavy, luxurious material. It was too heavy for Rosa to move on her own. She put all her strength into it, trying desperately to move it from in front of him. After a long struggle, the rack didn't budge an inch. "Uh ... Hmm ... Mr. Johnston, I really can't move this shoe rack." "Don't worry," Rosa added cautiously as she carefully studied Lance's expression. "I'll talk to Ms. Daves and have someone remove it. Is that alright?"Lance's lips were pressed tight, his anger still simmering. He wanted to return to the living room and find Addison. He furrowed his brows, turned, and took long, purposeful strides. In the blink of an eye, he was almost in the living room. Rosa, seeing this, rushed after him. "No, Mr. Johnston," she called after him, "Mr. Johnston, Mr. Johnston." If she couldn't stop him this time, she would definitely be in trouble. But Lance seemed to hear nothing, continuing forward. Rosa struggled to catch up, managing to grab the corner of his suit. She pulled with all her strength, hoping to stop him. Regardless of how much she tugged, Lance didn't seem to notice and continued to move forward. Rosa was feeling desperate. She was out of options. The woman dropped to her knees with a thud. Her wrinkled hands gripped tightly onto his jacket. "Mr. Johnston, please, please don't go any further. I'm begging you. You really can't do this. You're making things very difficult for me." Lance's steps halted, and he looked down at her kneeling in front of him, his face as cold as ever. "Get up. "If you don't get up, don't blame me for being rude." Rosa's desperate pleading didn't seem to stir any sympathy in Lance. He remained expressionless, his demeanor cold. But Rosa still refused to rise. Lance frowned, frustrated. He tried to pull her away, but it was like she was glued to his jacket, making it impossible for him to move. "Please, just leave. Please. "You're a successful man. There's no need to oppose a poor worker like me. If I mess this up, I'll definitely lose my job. "And Ms. Daves already told you clearly to leave, but you refuse to. What is this?" He was a handsome man—why would he be so stubborn, refusing to leave? Was he really fixated on the house? Rosa didn't dare speak these thoughts aloud. Lance was a seasoned businessman, long having mastered the art of reading people. He caught her meaning immediately. His already raging anger only grew. But Lance couldn't bring himself to strike a woman. He tore his jacket free from her hands, his voice sharp as he growled, "Move." "Please leave," Rosa's voice trailed off. Sensing his pride was wounded, Lance's face darkened. He turned and walked toward the door. Rosa was relieved, scrambled to her feet, and quickly followed him, saying, "Mr. Johnston, please take care. "I'll talk to Ms. Daves about the shoe rack. If she agrees, I'll move it right away." Lance's expression grew even darker. ... By evening, Addison had finally finished reading all the journals she needed for her upcoming research and had nearly completed the notes for Harvey. She sat back in her chair and took a deep breath, feeling a sense of relief. After finishing her tasks, she set down her pen and stood up, intending to get herself a drink and rest her mind. When she opened the door, she was startled to see Rosa standing there. "What's the matter? Is something wrong?" Rosa waved her hands hurriedly, her expression a bit off. "No, nothing at all." She tried to hide her unease, but it was clear from her face. "Ms. Daves, is there anything you need? I can get it for you." Addison made her way to the living room sofa and sat down. "Could you make me some lemon water?" "Of course, I'll get it for you right away."Rosa moved quickly, soon bringing Addison a refreshing cup of lemon water. Addison took the cup and absentmindedly asked, "Has Uncle Leon not come back yet?" "Not yet," Rosa replied, standing beside Addison with her hands tightly clasped together. Addison gave her a quick glance and sensed that something wasn't right. She set down her cup and looked at Rosa more seriously. "Is there something you need to tell me?" "Well, it's not a big deal. I just wanted to ask if you have any special preferences for where the shoe rack should be placed or if there are any particular customs about it. "The shoe rack?" Addison blinked in confusion, wondering if she had heard correctly. "Yes," Rosa nodded earnestly, "I'm not really familiar with this. If I did something wrong, please forgive me." Addison still didn't get it. She shrugged. "It doesn't matter. Just put it wherever." "Really?" Rosa seemed doubtful. "Then why did Mr. Johnston seem upset about the shoe rack earlier?" "Lance?" Addison nearly choked on the water she had just taken a sip of. "What's wrong with him?" Did he have nothing better to do? That man had no right to criticize her shoe rack, much less get worked up over it. What a busybody. "Also, he seemed really angry," Rosa recalled, still a bit shaken by the encounter. "It's fine," Addison reassured her. "He's just a bit temperamental. You'll get used to it." Rosa nodded, though still uncertain. Addison stood up, ready to have a shower, when her phone rang from the study.