The moment Lance released her, Addison snapped, "I'm telling you, not everyone likes being pressed into your chest! I suggest you stop being so narcissistic." Her furious words hung in the air, but Lance didn't seem to hear a thing, calmly picking up the towel he had carelessly tossed aside. He then took a few steps around the room, casually pouring himself a glass of water. He moved with such ease as if Addison wasn't even there. All Addison could do was stand there awkwardly. The silence between them was heavy with the lingering scent of the man's freshly washed skin. It was cool and crisp, carrying a sense of coldness and dominance, yet still pleasant. Unexpectedly, it was a scent that Addison found strangely appealing. For a brief moment, she found herself lost in the sensation ... Whatkindofcologneis Lance wearing? Itactuallysmellsprettygood. That thought only lasted a split second before Addison quickly shook it off. Now was not the time to worry about what kind of perfume Lance was wearing! What really mattered was: why wasn't Lance saying anything? Was he ignoring her? Had she left him speechless with her words? Or maybe Lance felt that the way he had suddenly pulled her into his arms was a bit too much, and now he wasn't sure what to say? But no matter the case, he shouldn't just pretend she wasn't there, as if she were invisible. That was incredibly disrespectful ... Just as Addison was beginning to think Lance wouldn't say anything, he lazily took a sip from his teacup and said, "You just said ... not everyone likes being pressed into my embrace? And that I'm too narcissistic?" The man looked at Addison, his gaze deep and meaningful. The meaning behind it was unclear. "Yeah," Addison's long lashes flicked upward, her tone tinged with sarcasm.If he wasn't narcissistic, she had no idea who in the world was. She swore, there wasn't anyone more narcissistic than Lance in the entire world. Hearing Addison's unhesitant reply, the man raised an eyebrow, his gaze tinged with a mocking glint. "Hmph, if you don't like me pulling you into my arms, why go through the trouble of having my mom shove you into my room? "If you don't like my embrace, why whine to my mom, telling her your sob story? "You're going through all this trouble just to stay in the master bedroom with me, aren't you? "Now that you've gotten what you wanted, you turn around and accuse me of being overly presumptuous?" Lance furrowed his brow slightly, as though he had heard something amusing. Turning his face away with a smirk, his lips curved into a cold, quiet smile. "Addison, you really are ... something else." He emphasized the words "something else," his tone carrying an inexplicable undertone."I ... I never went looking for Marilyn, nor did I say any of those things. Those were Marilyn's words! "I'd rather stay in the servant's quarters than share a room with you!" Addison was furious at the man's words and immediately retorted. She had known Lance would think this way, and as expected, she was right!