In contrast, Lance raised an eyebrow while looking at Addison, who was nearly leaning on him, "Addison?" he called out with a teasing tone. "Huh?" Addison responded instinctively when her name was called, but as she met Lance's gaze, she tried to take back her words. "Uh ... " I'mdoomed. Judgingbythatteasinglook in Lance'seyes, he isdefinitelyconvinced I wasplayinghardtogetagain. Addison didn't even need to think to figure out exactly what Lance was thinking ... He probably assumed she wanted to stay in the same room as him but was too shy to bring it up directly. Instead, he'd think she went to Marilyn in private, subtly hinting at the idea so Marilyn would take the initiative to arrange for them to stay together. Based on what she knew about Lance, this train of thought was entirely plausible. Addison silently mourned for herself for three seconds.Just as she was lost in her own despair, she looked up again and found herself meeting Lance's gaze. Lance held the towel in one hand, his expression calm. He narrowed his slender eyes slightly, and the corners of his mouth curved into a faintly teasing smirk. If Addison had been unsure about what was on Lance's mind just moments ago, she was now almost completely certain. If that's what Lance was thinking ... well, there wasn't much she could do about it. After staring at him for a moment, she stiffly turned her gaze to Marilyn. "Lance, why aren't you saying anything?" Marilyn stood in the doorway, her expression darkening as she noticed that Lance hadn't moved at all, showing no intention of letting Addison into the room. Clearly, Lance's response didn't align with her expectations. "Didn't we agree on this earlier? "You promised that Addison would sleep in the master bedroom with you tonight, so you can't back out now."There was an unmistakable authority in Marilyn's tone. "Addison was so upset earlier, telling me you weren't treating her well and that she was too shy to share a room with you ... "You'd better promise me you won't treat her like that again. If she comes to complain to me one more time, I won't let you off the hook." Marilyn stood tall and firm at the doorway, her words pressing him step by step. Apparently, if Lance didn't relent and let Addison into the room, Marilyn wouldn't hesitate to escalate. Before Lance could respond, Addison jolted as if struck by lightning, an involuntary shiver running down her spine. Are youkiddingme? Shesaid I toldher I wastooshytosleepwith Lance. Whendid I ever say that? Thatridiculouslyflirtytone ... it'sso not mystyle! Shy? Not a chance. I simplydon'twanttosleepwith Lance, period! "Marilyn ... " Addison called out softly, trying to correct her. Heaven knows she had never said such a thing.If Lance actually believed Marilyn's words ... with his inflated ego, he would undoubtedly think she had orchestrated it, hoping Marilyn would play matchmaker for them. If that happened, no matter how hard she tried to clarify things, it would be impossible for her to explain herself. "Marilyn ... I really don't remember saying that. Could you be mistaken?" Addison chose her words carefully, avoiding unnecessary tension.