Addison couldn't shake the uneasy feeling. She stood facing Lance, waiting until she saw him lie back down before she dared to cautiously make her way to the bedside. She set the towel aside and wrapped herself with blanket. When everything was over, the silence in the room returned, filling the air with an eerie stillness. ... Addison had no idea how the night passed. All she knew was that she could hear the sound of a man's breathing near her ear, along with a faint warmth in the air. Even though they weren't sharing the same bed, the sensation was so intense that it felt as though they were lying together, side by side. She couldn't understand where this feeling was coming from. Maybe the night had heightened her senses, making her more aware, her hearing sharper. Or maybe Lance was just too close.Addison had no idea. All she knew was that her heart raced through most of the night, and sleep never came. To cover her exposed skin, she kept wrapping herself tighter in the blanket, but the more she did so, the more stifling the heat became. Unable to bear the suffocating warmth, she quietly pulled back the blanket and stretched one leg outside. What she didn't know was that, while she turned restlessly in bed, Lance's bright eyes glowed in the darkness. He wasn't sleeping either. The soft moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle glow on her snow-white legs, creating a feeling of purity that was almost sacred. The man silently turned his gaze away. He lay fully dressed on the bed, showing no signs of sleep. Was it because the bed felt different from what he was used to? Or was it because there was a woman in the room who occupied his thoughts? Lance didn't know. He only knew that his mind was a tangled mess.... The next morning, when Marilyn knocked on the door to the master bedroom on the second floor, the first thing she saw was Lance, who looked far more exhausted than usual. Though he was fully dressed, there was a weary air about him. "Lance ... you ... " Marilyn said, surprised as she looked at her son. "Why do you have such a huge dark circles under your eyes? "Didn't you sleep well last night?" As soon as Lance heard the question, he quickly turned his gaze away, focusing on the white ceiling. "No," he said, forcing the words out with stiffness. "I'm going downstairs now." With that, he walked down the stairs without looking back. "That boy ... He barely speaks and then just leaves ... " Marilyn muttered under her breath, watching his retreating figure.Wait, she had came here to see Addison. Marilyn suddenly remembered her purpose and quickly turned to walk into the room. "Addison ... I'm here. How did you sleep last night? Did you rest well?" Addison, wearing a long dress, sat on the sofa, her dark circles just as visible as Lance's. "Addison, why do you have dark circles too? "Didn't you sleep well last night?" Marilyn asked, puzzled. Whatwasgoingon? Whybothofthemlookedsotired? "Oh ... my face ... " Addison had just gotten out of bed and hadn't had a chance to look in the mirror. She quickly grabbed a mirror from the bedside with Marilyn's reminder.