Matthew shook his head instinctively. Addison was his granddaughter, yet they seemed so distant now. "Divine Healer, is the tea cold, or does it not suit your taste?" Mike noticed Matthew's disappointed expression and quickly asked with concern. Matthew cleared his throat. "No, the tea is fine." "Addison, why don't you try a cup too?" Addison glanced at Matthew and lightly pressed her lips together. "Alright." However, the tea was placed a bit far from Addison, and she had to reach over Mike to get it. Addison took a couple of quick steps to grab the tea. Mike instinctively wanted to help but quickly withdrew his hand, remembering her status. He stood still, quietly watching Addison take the tea. Matthew's eyes widened. His wifeisstrugglingjusttoget a cup oftea, and he doesnothing?He had been observing them secretly. Since Addison entered, the distance between them could fit five people, as if they wanted to be miles apart. He showed no sign of caring for his wife. "Aren't you going to help her with the tea?" Matthew couldn't help but ask. "Erm ... Sorry." Mike, though confused, complied immediately due to the pressure and poured tea for Addison. Addison took the cup and instinctively took a sip, not expecting it to be so hot. She flinched from the heat. Mike immediately asked with concern, "Are you alright?" Feeling frustrated, Matthew slapped his thigh. "Can't you get a napkin to help her?" He wondered how such a stiff man had won Addison's heart. "A napkin?" Mike looked at Addison, hesitant. After all, she was Lance's wife. He worried that helping her might be inappropriate. But Matthew's eager gaze was hard to refuse. Mike reluctantly picked up a napkin to help Addison. Just as his hand was about to touch Addison's lips, they heard hurried footsteps and a sharp voice. The voice was possessive and intense. "Mike, what are you doing?" It felt like it could tear someone apart. Mike was startled, dropping the napkin. Lance strode over, forcefully pulling Addison behind him, his stance protective and wary. "Lance, it's a misunderstanding. Ms. Daves got burned, and I was helping her." Mike was scared by Lance's gaze. Despite his fear, he was also puzzled. Hadn'ttheysignedthedivorcepapers? They shouldbedivorcedbynow, right? Whatwasgoingon? Knowing Lance for years, Mike could tell that Lance's gaze was far from ordinary, way beyond normal caution. Could he havefallenfor Addison again? He couldn'tgobacktothat."Let go of me." Addison's wrist was tightly gripped by Lance. She calmly pulled her wrist away. Lance had been in the car, still struggling with the emotions of losing Harvey.