A chill ran through Virginia's body, and she fell silent. Turning her head, she tugged at the man's sleeves. "L-Lance, say something." Lance remained quiet, and she couldn't shake the uneasy feeling in her chest. But she couldn't stand the thought of Lance being alone with Addison in a room. A man and a woman, alone together, in a locked room—who knew what could happen? She had to nip any possible scenarios in the bud. Virginia couldn't give Addison any chances. If something happened between Addison and Lance, and she somehow ended up pregnant, it would spell the end of everything. The title of Mrs. Johnston would slip from her grasp, and she didn't even want to think about it. Virginia felt a sense of urgency rising within her. It seemed that, over the past few days, with Lance exposing so many of her lies, her skin had thickened to a certain point.Without missing a beat, she spoke nonchalantly, pretending as if nothing was wrong. "How about I just sleep on the floor tonight? "I'm not going to the guest room next door," she added, walking into the room and making a show of setting up a bed on the floor. But after only a few steps, she froze, eyes widening as she spotted a freshly made bed beside the large master bed. She was taken aback. So Addison and Lance were planning to sleep apart? She had been worried that the two of them sleeping in the same bed would lead to something she couldn't even imagine, but now it seemed she had been imagining things? With a slight improvement in her mood, Virginia's expression softened, and she cleared her throat. "Lance ... "Who's supposed to sleep on the floor? Addison?" Given Lance's position as a man of high status, he would never degrade himself to sleep on the floor.It could only be someone of Addison's low status. She was almost certain of it, but she felt compelled to ask anyway. Why? To rub salt into Addison's wounds. Virginia couldn't suppress a small, inward smile. A woman who only deserved to sleep on the floor—what could she possibly have to compete with her for? Just as Virginia reveled in her thoughts, a calm, deep voice interrupted her. "It's not Addison. It's me. "I'll sleep on the floor." The words were brief, yet they had a profound impact on Virginia. She stood frozen, stunned, as her world seemed to shift under her feet. Thiswas Lance. The presidentofJohnston Enterprises, heirtotheJohnstons, and a top figure in Halton's elite circles. And he wassaying he wouldsleeponthefloor?! Whatkindofaudacitydid Addison havetomake Lance sleeponthefloorforher?Virginia had spent countless ways trying to please Lance, constantly coming up with new ways to prepare meals for him, fearing the slightest discontent. Yet now, the man she had worked so hard to coddle was the one about to sleep on the floor for Addison? The shock in Virginia's eyes was unmistakable. "No way, Lance ... y-you're going to sleep on the floor?" Her voice faltered. Lance raised his eyelids, his expression unreadable. "Why? Is there a problem?" "N-no, no problem." Virginia could only shake her head quickly, too stunned to argue. But as she stood there, her frustration overflowed. "Lance, you're far too important to sleep on the floor. Addison should be the one to sleep there."