Lance's face suddenly filled Addison's view. His eyebrows, his eyes, his nose ... In her shock, she unconsciously parted her lips, the corners of her mouth twitching, trembling like leaves in the wind. Lance's hand lingered near her lips for a long time before he finally pulled it back. "All done," he said in a gentle voice. After he sat down, Addison was still a bit disoriented. Lance resembled Harvey so much, but Lance was usually distant and cold, while Harvey was gentle and kind. Their temperaments were so different, and Addison had never mixed them up. But now, Lance had suddenly changed, speaking to her so gently, and... His gesture of wiping her mouth reminded her exactly of Harvey. Back then, she was always lively and often had food on the corners of her mouth. Harvey would gently turn her head and wipe it away."Do you want more?" The man's voice rang in her ears. "Huh?" She froze. What did he mean by "want more"? More wiping? She hurriedly waved her hand. "No, no." She could barely understand her own reaction. If it happened again, she was afraid her heart wouldn't be able to take it. "But I see the food on the table is almost gone, and your bowl and cup are empty. Are you sure you don't want more?" Lance looked at her seriously. Huh? Was he asking about food? Addison finally realized and felt a little embarrassed. "Yes, please. I'll ask the waiter to bring the menu." Flustered, she turned to look for the waiter, but as she did, she noticed several waiters standing by the door, glancing into their private room now and then. The way they looked into the room was so tense. It was as if there were dangerous people inside the room.Seeing this, Addison felt puzzled. What's going on? She briefly glanced at Lance. The man locked eyes with her, looking somewhat puzzled about why she was staring at him. He looked back at her as if silently asking for an explanation. But Addison didn't say anything. Instead, she quietly turned her head away. She shouldn't have done that. Lance's face ... She had barely recovered from his earlier gesture. Seeing his face up close made her heartbeat speed up once more, leaving her embarrassed. "Um ... waiter, could you bring me the menu?" After they placed their order, the waiter outside didn't leave and kept observing the movement inside. Addison couldn't stand it any longer. She forced herself to look at Lance. "Did you cause trouble when you arrive?" "No.""Did you offend the restaurant owner?" "No." Addison was even more puzzled now. What is going on? "Is something wrong?" Lance asked. "No, you go ahead and keep reading." He had been reading slowly, and if they kept talking, he probably wouldn't finish anytime soon. Lance stared at her for a long moment, didn't say anything more, and continued to look down at the divorce agreement. Time passed, and suddenly, the man furrowed his brow, his gaze shifting. "This clause ... " Addison followed his line of sight. He was pointing to a clause that reads, "The pre-marital assets of both parties belongs to their respective owners, and the assets acquired during the marriage belongs to the male party." "What's wrong?" Addison lifted her gaze. She had already given up all the property acquired during their marriage—was Lance still not satisfied?