She didn't know what had possessed her then, how she had been so blinded that she married that man. The consequences had all come crashing down, and Addison deeply regretted it. While inwardly cursing Lance, she hurried to the kitchen. In the kitchen, the strong and sturdy Morris had already removed his coat, leaving only a work jacket on, the high collar snug against his neck, giving him a neat and efficient appearance. Morris worked swiftly, and when Addison entered, the ingredients were already cleaned, and most of the preparations were done. Hearing the footsteps, Morris quickly looked up, his eyes flashing with a hint of wariness. When he saw it was Addison, he quickly hid the suspicion. "Ms. Addison, what brings you here?" he asked, slightly surprised. Addison awkwardly scratched her head. Why was she here? Of course, she ran off to the kitchen because she had accidentally triggered her grandfather's sensitive spot and was afraid that Matthew would get angrier seeing her. "Ah ... I came to see if you needed help." Addison forced a smile, her hands awkwardly fidgeting. Upon hearing this, Morris looked around, seemingly contemplating, and after half a second, he shook his head. "There's nothing I need help with here. You don't need to trouble yourself." Addison felt even more embarrassed. "How can there be nothing I can help with? I'm sure ... " She took a few steps forward, looking around the kitchen to find something she could do. Suddenly, her eyes landed on the boiler, and she had an idea. "Look! Your boiler hasn't been lit. Let me help you with that!" This house was located in a valley where electricity was unreliable and transporting gas was difficult. Because the herbs needed to be boiled, the kitchen used the most primitive type of boiler. It required someone to constantly add firewood to get the stove going.Before Morris could refuse, Addison dashed out of the room. When she returned, she was holding a large bundle of firewood in her arms. Seeing her carrying such dirty firewood, Morris was startled. He quickly set down the knife, trying to take the firewood from her. But Addison seemed to predict his move and quickly dodged. She nimbly slipped past him. "Morris, I'll take care of the fire. Don't worry, I can do this." Knowing she was determined to help, Morris had no choice but to silently pick up the knife and continue chopping vegetables. Addison threw the firewood onto the ground, then rolled up her sleeves, preparing to attempt lighting the stove. The truth was, she didn't really know how to light a fire. When she was little, she would sit beside her grandfather when he boiled herbs, but all she did back then was fan the stove with a fan. But she had to force herself to pretend to stay in the kitchen.If she admitted that she couldn't start the fire, Morris—who had spent many years in the special forces—would undoubtedly kick her out of the kitchen. Addison sighed, looking at the pile of firewood scattered around, trying to figure out what to do. About ten minutes later, the sound of crackling flames could be heard from the kitchen. Morris, who had been outside fetching something, immediately walked into the kitchen upon hearing the noise. The kitchen was suddenly bathed in bright light, and a rush of hot air hit him. He instantly understood what had happened and furrowed his brows. Amidst the fierce flames, he could vaguely see the stove's fire leaping, and a dark figure stood by its side. "Ms. Addison!" Morris acted swiftly, regardless of the intensity of the fire, and rushed over to pull her away from the stove. Addison was trying to figure out how to extinguish the fire, but before she could do anything, Morris grabbed her and pulled her away. She stumbled along behind him. It wasn't until they were outside the kitchen that Addison realized what had happened. She bent over, coughing violently, her eyes red from the heat. "Ms. Addison, are you alright?" Morris asked, seeing her condition and quickly wanting to fetch some cold water. His duty was to protect the Daves, and he couldn't let anything happen to Addison. "I'll get you some cold water to help. Just bear with it," he said. Addison shook her head and grabbed his arm. "I'm fine. You go extinguish the fire, but it's too intense, and the whole kitchen might burn down." This was the house that her father had built for Matthew with great effort—if she were to burn it down, she would be an eternal sinner. But Morris didn't move. To him, her safety was the most important thing. "I'm fine, really, I am. Go put out the fire, or I'll be angry," Addison said sternly.