In the mirror, the woman's skin was pale, but her face looked slightly haggard, making the dark circles under her eyes even more noticeable. Addison hadn't slept well the night before, and sure enough, she wasn't in the best shape this morning. "I just saw that Lance has dark circles under his eyes too, and he looks as worn out as you. What happened to you two? What went on last night?" Mid-sentence, Marilyn suddenly stopped herself, her mouth snapping shut as if she had just realized something. A man and a woman, alone in the same room. It was so obvious. The next morning, both of them looked exhausted, their faces showing clear signs of weariness. The fatigue was unmistakable. Was it really necessary to say more? Clearly, they had done what married couples do. When Marilyn had asked Lance earlier, his uneasy expression and hesitant replies had only confirmed it. It seemed that her decision to arrange for Addison and Lance to share a room had been spot-on. With that thought, Marilyn couldn't help but grin, her face lighting up with an uncontrollable smile. She could already imagine holding her grandchildren in her arms, a sense of peace settling in her heart. "Addison, were you too tired last night, so you didn't sleep well? "I understand, dear. I'll have Lana make some nourishing dishes for you. After a long and exhausting night, a woman needs a good recovery." After waiting for so many years, she was finally going to hold her grandchildren. Marilyn patted Addison's shoulder with a knowing look, her expression filled with meaning. "Huh?" Addison's gaze shifted from the mirror, and she stared at Marilyn, a bit confused. "What are you talking about?" After a few seconds, she seemed to finally understand what Marilyn was implying. "Marilyn, I think you might have misunderstood.""Misunderstood? How could I misunderstand? I know exactly what's going on," Marilyn said, clearly immersed in her own joy, not at all interested in listening to Addison's explanation. "Addison, what would you like to eat? I had the chef prepare some dishes yesterday. Were they to your liking? "Or should I ask the chef to make new dishes? You must be worn out of yesterday's food by now. "You and Lance worked so hard yesterday; you really need to recharge." Marilyn's enthusiasm was almost overwhelming. Marilyn had made her point so clear that Addison couldn't pretend she didn't understand. Alarmed, she completely forgot to check herself in the mirror. Addison turned to Marilyn, urgently trying to explain. "I didn't sleep well last night; that's why I'm a little tired this morning. It's not what you're thinking. "We didn't do anything last night; there's no need for all this fuss." Marilyn only laughed. "I understand, I understand, dear. Girls can be shy, I know. "Just tell me what you want to eat, and I'll have it made."Addison continued to try to explain, "Marilyn, seriously, nothing happened with Lance last night. "We actually slept separately ... " She was about to finish explaining, but Marilyn cut her off. "How about I ask the chef to prepare a few new dishes? It'll be something you have never try. "I'll make sure the chef knows exactly how you like it. We're going to eat well at lunch!" Marilyn beamed with joy, lost in her own world. "Hey—" Addison reached out, trying to grab Marilyn's attention and pull her back into the moment.