"Lance, what on earth are you doing?!" Addison was once again caught off guard by his actions. Even the waiter was taken aback, scrambling to clean up the shattered glass. The small earpiece in his ear crackled to life. "Clayton, what's happening in there?" Hearing the sound of breaking glass and a woman's cry of surprise naturally raised alarms. "What's going on? Have they started fighting? Do you need backup?" "It's all right, no fight yet," Clayton muttered as he attended to the broken glass. "Stay out for now." Addison, still reeling from shock, stared at Lance in disbelief, not expecting such a dramatic move. "This tea isn't drinkable. "Drink this one instead." Lance, seemingly unfazed by shattering the cup, insisted she take the tea he offered. Addison's fury ignited, her emotions bubbling over. "Just because you say so doesn't mean it's true! "Well, I'm drinking it anyway." Retrieving the cup the waiter had poured for Lance, she downed it before he could stop her. "Addison! "This is ridiculous!" he snapped but quickly checked his tone. He rushed over in a few swift steps. "Are you okay? Should we call a doctor?" Without waiting for her answer, he sniffed the cup and scrutinized the rim, his actions precise and practiced. Thankfully ... no poison. His tense nerves began to relax. Nobody could understand how terrified he was when she drank it all at once. "It's safe, relax. "Even if it were poisoned, I'd deserve it." Addison's voice dripped with bitter self-pity, and if one looked closely, they could see a hint of hopelessness behind her smile.Lance was taken aback. What had she gone through? Someone who hadn't experienced immense suffering wouldn't carry such a heartbreaking expression. Women like Virginia, who lived easy lives, might get upset, but they never gave off such a sense of despair. Lance could tell—Virginia and Addison were utterly different. Had Addison endured something so harrowing that even death no longer scared her? "You ... " Lance put down the cup. Addison looked up at him. "Are you ... feeling down?" Lance struggled to find the right words, but after much internal debate, that was all he could manage to ask. Hearing this, Addison silently rolled her eyes. What kind of question was that? Did he really ask if she was feeling down? She had come all the way here with a divorce agreement, only for him to tear it up. How was she supposed to feel good about that?Then the tea she barely managed to sip was knocked over. How could she feel good about that? Her bad mood was practically written all over her face! How can Lance's warm lips utter such icy words?