"Did I look pleased?" Addison inquired, touching the corner of her mouth, uncertain if she had smiled. Lance, wearing a somewhat sullen expression, retrieved a small mirror from above and tossed it to her. "Take a look for yourself," he said, his tone icy and filled with evident displeasure. Addison chose to disregard Lance, ignoring the mirror he had thrown, and continued to text, her head bowed. "Who are you conversing with? You appear quite happy," Lance pressed on, a note of insistence in his voice. "Is it someone with the surname Zimmer? Or perhaps Fuller?" Two names surfaced in Addison's mind at his insinuation—Lance was alluding to Ryan and Michael. "Lance, don't overstep your bounds. Am I required to inform you every time I send a message?" She pursed her lips, too weary to engage with the suddenly erratic man.She then told the driver, "Please speed up. It's getting late now, and we may be delayed in reaching the airport." Glancing at her watch, she noted it was already 4:30 p.m. Leon had just messaged her, indicating that Matthew's flight was nearing its arrival in Halton. "Ah, yes, Ms. Daves." Although the driver acknowledged her request, the car's speed remained unchanged. Instead, Addison observed that he was surreptitiously gauging Lance's expression. It appeared that unless Lance spoke, the driver was hesitant to increase the car's speed. Addison set her phone aside and looked at Lance with her arms crossed. "Mr. Johnston, we're on the verge of being late. Could you kindly instruct the driver to speed up?" "Okay." Lance's fingertips twirled idly. "But first, tell me—who were you so joyfully chatting with just now?"Addison smiled brightly while texting, seemingly oblivious to his presence. During her time at the Johnston Residence, she stepped outside to take a lengthy phone call. Virginia mentioned that Addison was conversing with another man, which left Lance struggling to contain his irritation. The weight of his suppressed frustration had become increasingly unbearable. Addison pursed her lips and asked, "Mr. Johnston, do you genuinely wish to see it?" Lance raised an eyebrow in response. He tapped on the window, not providing a direct reply, yet the quickening rhythm of his tapping revealed his eagerness. "Do you want to see it?" Addison persisted, feigning ignorance of his intent. His gaze sharpened, and after a brief pause, he nodded. "Yes." Upon receiving Lance's affirmative response, Addison nodded in apparent understanding and extended the phone toward him as if she were about to hand it over. "Go ahead."Lance raised an eyebrow, clearly taken aback by her willingness to relinquish the phone so readily. Shouldn't she exhibit more caution? Looking into her eyes, he noticed a genuine sincerity devoid of any ulterior motives. She appeared open and unguarded. Lance slightly pursed his lips and reached out to take the phone. As he extended his hand, he met Addison's gaze once more. Her readiness to share her phone suggested that she might not be engaged in conversations with other men. Had he misjudged her? "Forget it." Lance abruptly withdrew his hand, seemingly disinterested, and no longer reached for the phone.