Lance pinched the bridge of his nose helplessly. Addison was quick with the payment. In less than a few minutes, she exited the restaurant, holding her wallet high and waving at Lance. "Darling∼ I paid the bill! "Now we can go home together." The moment she said this, even Addison felt like throwing up. She shamelessly sacrificed her dignity to maintain her role as the perfect wife. Inwardly, she gave herself a sarcastic thumbs-up. Who would've thought, Addison, you actually have such potential! With acting skills like this, I need a bit more practice, and I could rival Virgina, that queen of pretentiousness. Maybe I'll even become a pro at switching roles instantly. Addison started descending the stairs, carrying her bag, ready to walk toward Lance. Before she could reach him, she overheard an overly passionate 'fan' voicing her opinion nearby. "I think there's no way such a handsome man could be a freeloader," the woman said, arms crossed, speaking with absolute confidence. Hearing her assertive tone, the others around her gathered closer, curious to hear more. "Oh? Why do you say that?" "Just look—this man, though expressionless, exudes an air of authority. Even when he's silent, every move he makes carries an extraordinary aura. "With that kind of demeanor and presence, does he look like someone who lives off his wife? "Show me a freeloader who has that kind of aura!" Her precise gestures and serious tone made her argument sound surprisingly convincing. The surrounding girls listened carefully, nodding in agreement after a moment of thought. "That makes sense." Addison, who overheard everything, was utterly stunned. Wow. Seriously? These girls are such die-hard face-judgers. They're just letting their standards be swayed by his looks, huh? I laid it out so clearly, yet they're still finding ways to defend him.The 'fan' wasn't finished. "If you ask me, the only reason he had his wife pay just now must be because ... " She deliberately paused, leaving the others hanging. "Come on, don't keep us in suspense! Tell us already!" one of the girls urged impatiently. After making them wait just long enough, she finally revealed her theory, drawing out her words for effect. "Obviously—it's because he's completely whipped, and he lets his wife manage all the money. He probably doesn't even have a dime on him!" Whipped? Letting his wife control the money? Addison felt an urge to slam her head into the wall. Upon hearing this, the girls nearby suddenly seemed to have an epiphany and immediately agreed, saying, "Makes sense!" They all started to comment that Lance looked exactly like a man who obediently handed over all his money to his wife and was controlled by her! Addison couldn't help but clutch her chest, wondering if these girls had no conscience. How could they link such a cold and stern-looking man to being controlled by his wife?"He's handsome, aloof, and caring toward his wife, but now we find out he's also whipped? What a dream man!" "A whipped husband with such a cold exterior? That's such a charming contrast!" These words flooded Addison's ears, and she couldn't help but deeply regret what she said earlier. Not only had she failed to 'smear' Lance's image in front of these girls, but she had also boosted his reputation! This was what they called shooting oneself in the foot. Addison sighed inwardly. The girls' excited chatter continued, but Addison didn't want to hear another word of praise for Lance. She quickly quickened her pace, striding toward Lance, and on tiptoe, grabbed his shoulder and dragged him away. The longer he stayed here, the more harm he'd cause to the innocent young women around them. She had to get him out of there fast. "What are you doing?" Suddenly being pushed forward by Addison, Lance was momentarily taken aback and didn't react immediately. Addison didn't answer; they just kept pushing him ahead. Being pushed like this, Lance initially tried to stop but suddenly seemed to remember something, and without saying a word, he quietly allowed himself to be led away. Seeing him leave, the girls couldn't help but want to follow. Step by step, they followed the pair, trying to keep up. Their pursuit drove Addison mad with frustration. Addison had to speed up to avoid being caught by the girls forcibly pushing the tall man into the car. "Sorry, we have to go. "We'll see you another day." Addison managed a forced smile at the group of girls. Once she finished speaking, she quickly jumped into the car and sped off, leaving the girls behind.