Every word of the agreement pierced his heart like a dagger. After Addison handed over the document, she lowered her head to focus on her food, not paying attention to Lance. But after a long while, even after taking several bites of each dish, she realized Lance still hadn't moved. Puzzled, she lifted her gaze. The man was staring at the document, his eyes intense as he read it line by line, completely absorbed. He was so focused that he hadn't even managed to flip a page for a long time. Addison raised an eyebrow. Why was he studying it so intently? Was he worried she had written something against him in the agreement? Did he fear she would grab a piece of the Johnston fortune? Or was he worried she might include a clause that could threaten Virginia's future?She couldn't help but remember Lance's words from before. He had said he would only give her ten million as compensation. Ten million ... For the Johnston family, it was a sum they could toss around carelessly, no different than giving pocket change to a beggar. It was nothing short of an insult. Is he going to insult me again? Addison couldn't help but laugh bitterly, then lowered her head, mocking herself. When did I get to this point where Lance felt the need to guard against me? I'm really thinking too much. I've lived at Johnston Residence for three years—yet he won't even let me take anything from it. They say Lance is ruthless, and it really looks like they were right. Fortunately, she hadn't been tempted by the Johnston family's wealth. She hadn't asked for anything in the divorce agreement. No matter how carefully Lance examined the agreement, he wouldn't find anything wrong. If he wanted to keep looking, he could take his time. Addison lowered her head again, silently continuing to eat. Perhaps she was really hungry, perhaps the dishes at this bistro were truly delicious, or maybe it was a bit of both. In any case, while Lance was focused on the agreement, Addison didn't stop eating. By the time Lance looked up, the dishes on the table were almost finished. "You ... " "Hmm?" Addison was about to put a shrimp into her mouth when she glanced at the man. He stared at her, his gaze full of unspoken words. However, in the end, he didn't say anything and instead looked down at the food on the table. Addison didn't notice his gaze; she simply followed his line of sight and looked at the food. The table was nearly empty, and she suddenly felt a little embarrassed. She had been so caught up in eating and enjoying herself that she had forgotten Lance still hadn't eaten."Sorry ... " It was a breach of etiquette and a sign of disrespect toward Lance. No wonder he had felt the need to speak up and remind her. In his eyes, she probably seemed like an uncouth orphan. "Sorry, I'll call the waiter to bring more dishes." But Lance just smiled and shook his head. "It's fine." Before she could react, he suddenly stood up and leaned toward her. Startled by his sudden closeness, Addison's dazed eyes lifted, and her confused gaze landed on his face. Lance smiled and gently placed a napkin at the corner of her mouth, softly wiping away the bits of food. When she felt his touch near her lips, Addison's eyes widened in disbelief, her expression frozen in shock.