"You'll be fine sleeping on the floor." However, Addison refused to get off the bed, continuing to look at him with pleading puppy eyes. Lance's Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily as he averted his gaze. After a moment of silence, he quietly fetched a blanket and spread it out on the floor without hesitation. It was as if he were using his actions to contradict his own words. The soft rustling of him making the bed filled the room. Addison sat on the edge of the bed and watched him in silence. Lance was a man of contradictions. He said "no," yet he still went along with her wishes. As he laid the bedding on the floor, his proximity to Addison made the air between them feel tantalizingly thin. The faint fragrance she had noticed earlier grew stronger now.The scent on him was both unfamiliar and oddly comforting—a mixture of crisp mountain springs and the bittersweet aroma of sandalwood. It made her feel an inexplicable sense of ease, as though all the tension in her body had melted away. Yet, she couldn't recall Lance ever smelling like this before. Addison, caught in her thoughts, looked a bit dazed. When she lifted her eyes, she suddenly saw Lance leaning toward her. His handsome face came abruptly into view, magnified before her eyes. His long eyelashes were distinct under the light, leaving her startled. "What are you doing?" Addison instinctively scooted back, terrified that Lance was about to do something. The man looked at her with a speechless expression. "Getting a pillow," he replied flatly. As he spoke, Lance leaned past her and grabbed the pillow from the bed. Addison immediately felt embarrassed. "Oh ... so you were just getting a pillow ... "She had misunderstood him. For a second, she thought he was about to pull something inappropriate again. Without a word, Lance continued setting up his makeshift bed. He placed the pillow he had just taken right in the middle, completing his simple sleeping arrangement. However ... no matter how you looked at it, the setup seemed a bit too small. With Lance's tall stature, Addison could already imagine how cramped he would look lying there. He'd have to curl up just to fit. A flicker of guilt flashed across Addison's face, but it was gone in an instant. She quickly shook off the thought. Stayrational—don'tfeelsorryforhim. If Lance reallycouldn'tmanage, he'dfiguresomethingouthimself. In theworstcase, he couldcallfor a fewbodyguardstobringup a morecomfortablebed. With that in mind, her guilt quickly dissipated. Just as Addison was preparing to tidy up the bed and settle in for the night, her gaze suddenly fell on Lance. He was standing right in front of her while he removed his bathrobe. The neckline of his robe was already loose, and now, with his movement, nearly his entire upper body was revealed. From Addison's perspective, Lance's torso resembled a flawless marble sculpture—muscular, powerful, and perfectly defined. His pale, taut skin glistened under the light. Droplets of water from his still-damp hair shimmered like silver as they trickled down his sculpted abs. "Lance, what are you doing?" Addison instantly spun around, covering her eyes with her hands. Her mind was in chaos. I'mdoomed—myeyeshavebeentaintedbythesightI'djustwitnessed.