But clearly, she failed. Marilyn had already stepped lightly to the door, her movements brisk and graceful. She even turned back to give Addison a gentle smile. "I will head downstairs first. Take your time tidying up, Addison. No rush to come down. "I'll wait for you downstairs for breakfast, okay?" Addison frowned slightly, letting out a single-syllable sound, "I ... " But Marilyn's figure had already disappeared beyond the doorway. Watching Marilyn descend the stairs, Addison sighed deeply. Whatkindofmessisthis? She knew it. Sharing a room with Lance was bound to cause trouble. Now, no matter how many mouths she had, she couldn't explain this clearly. Feeling a bit irritable, Addison picked up the mirror again, examining the dark circles under her eyes.The woman in the mirror had a face that was naturally elegant and refined, but her complexion was pale, with faint shadows under her eyes and a slightly unfocused gaze. She hadn't taken a good look earlier, but now it was clear how haggard she appeared. Addison rarely wore makeup. Even when she did, it was just a light touch. Now, she had no choice but to apply some light makeup to cover it up. Just as she was about to grab her makeup bag from the suitcase, a thought suddenly flashed through her mind. Wait a minute. She hadn't slept well last night because Lance was lying near her, making her feel uneasy, which was why the dark circles had appeared. But why did Marilyn mention that Lance also had dark circles? Could it be he didn't sleep well either? That doesn't make sense. Lance usually slept in the master bedroom. This was a familiar environment for him. Could it be that his sleep quality plummeted just because she was beside him?Addison frowned. Her sleeping posture couldn't possibly be that bad, right? Or was it because the folding bed was genuinely uncomfortable? With this thought, Addison turned her head, intending to take another look at the folding bed. But to her surprise, Lance had already put it away at some point. The spot by the bed was now completely empty, leaving nothing behind. It all suddenly clicked for Addison. No wonder Marilyn didn't believe a word of her explanation earlier. The folding bed had been packed away, leaving just one large bed in the room. Marilyn wouldn't buy it, no matter how much she argued that she and Lance had slept separately. Addison silently pressed her lips together. After carefully applying light makeup to conceal her dark circles, Addison dressed and headed downstairs. Walking down the stairs, she glanced below and saw that everyone had already gathered. Virginia was leaning close to Lance, chattering away animatedly about something, her expressions full of excitement. Meanwhile, Lance sat beside her in stark contrast. His face was cold, and his cool gaze drifted off into the distance as if lost in thought. It was hard to tell whether he was even listening to Virginia's incessant chatter. Addison's eyes shifted away from Lance and landed on the others. Lana and Marilyn were still busy in the kitchen, their hands constantly moving as they prepared breakfast. And yet there was already so much food on the table, more than enough for five people. There was no way they could finish it all. "Hey—Addison, you're finally down!"