Lance's deep, enigmatic eyes held a faint shimmer, making him appear contemplative. "You came in to pour tea as a pretense, didn't you? "You had another reason, right?" He exposed the truth plainly. The waiter felt a jolt of panic. How did he see through it? Was that threatening glance earlier a warning? If so, this man had incredibly sharp perception. "What do you mean? I'm just here to pour tea; it's the restaurant's rule." The waiter focused on wiping the table, avoiding Lance's gaze. "Tell the truth," Lance insisted, his tone firmer. The waiter trembled slightly, tensing, his grip on the towel unstable. "Lance, what are you doing? "Isn't it enough that you acted insane with me? Now you're harassing the waiter?" Addison's eyes bore into him coldly."Insane? Me, with you?" Lance found her accusation laughable and suddenly chuckled. The sunlight shimmered on the waves, casting a sparkling smile on his face. Lance's sleeve brushed against the droplets on the table, highlighting his distinguished features. "Isn't that so?" Addison muttered, staring at him in disbelief. Her response widened Lance's smile, but it didn't reach his eyes. It was a mocking smile. "Fine, if you call it insane, insane it is." If going insane could actually change things ... He thought ruefully. If he went mad, could he prevent their divorce? Ignoring the tea the waiter had poured, he picked up the tea dispenser himself. His long, strong fingers held it gently as he poured himself some tea. After filling his cup, he grabbed another and poured tea for Addison. "Don't drink the waiter's tea; you can't trust his intentions." In the business world, he had seen too much not to be cautious. Saying that, he moved her cup to the back and handed her the one he had poured. Addison scoffed, ignoring him. Instead, she intentionally took the cup he had moved, sipped it, and said, "I prefer the tea he poured." Seeing her deliberate defiance, Lance's brows knit in mild anger. "Addison. "If this tea were poisoned, you'd be dead in no time." In business, he had encountered such treachery, and poisoning wasn't uncommon. How could she risk her life out of sheer stubbornness? Addison raised an indifferent eyebrow. "Doesn't matter." Even if it were poisoned, dying would be a release. With Harvey gone, living this long already filled her with guilt.Her face was cold, her voice emotionless, as if nothing concerned her anymore. "If this tea is truly poisoned, it's fate. There's no avoiding it." Lance stared at her, his eyes growing darker. Her current look, devoid of desire or care, seemed truly suicidal. Nothing in the world seemed to hold her; she could just let go anytime ... A mix of fear and pity welled up within Lance. The fear of losing her and pity for her interwove, compelling him to stand. He snatched the teacup from Addison's hand and threw it to the ground, where it shattered, spilling tea everywhere.