She was clueless about what was going on in his mind. If he had really changed his mind and no longer wanted the divorce, it wouldn't matter how many divorce agreements she brought ... "Uhm ... you ... " Just as she began to speak, Lance also started talking at the exact same moment. Their overlapping voices created a sharp, clear sound. Both of them paused, taken aback. "You go first." Addison quickly retracted her words, gesturing for him to continue. Lance seemed momentarily flustered by the interruption, glancing at Addison but not following through with what he wanted to say. Instead, he lowered his head and took another gulp of his drink. The alcohol blazed a fiery trail down his throat, searing as it went, setting his throat, heart, and mind ablaze. Despite the burning sensation, Lance felt an odd sense of release. Addison scrutinized him for a moment. The smell of alcohol wafted from him, making her realize what he was drinking. Was Lance drinking? His glass had tea just moments ago. When had it turned into alcohol? When did that happen? After finishing his glass, Lance reached for the flask and poured himself another drink. He downed it in one go, then grabbed the flask again. This time, his hand wavered, and the liquid spilled over the edge, spreading across the table. "Don't drink too much," Addison warned. She didn't know how much Lance could handle and felt a bit worried. What if he got drunk? She didn't feel comfortable taking him home by herself. Plus, she really didn't want to end up at the Johnston Residence. "If you get too drunk, don't expect me to help you. You'll just be passed out here until morning, making a spectacle for the whole Halton to see. "If the restaurant staff gets annoyed, they might just toss you into the ocean, and I won't stop them." Addison's tone was stern. "Maybe you could get eaten by a shark"Hearing this, Lance looked at her, a mix of confusion and clarity in his eyes, then suddenly laughed. "What's so funny? "I just said you might get eaten by a shark, and you're laughing. Are you really drunk?" Addison asked, lips pressed together in astonishment. "I won't help you if you're too drunk to handle yourself. "I'm serious. I'm not just saying it to scare you." If Lance got wasted here, she really wouldn't stay around to help him. Absolutely not. Seeing Addison's concerned expression, Lance lazily lifted his glass, toasting her before downing it. After finishing his drink, he finally spoke, "Don't worry, I'm not drunk. "I won't need you to take me home." "You better not," Addison muttered under her breath. Lance, not quite hearing her words, squinted his slightly tipsy eyes and leaned closer to her."What did you say?" The faint scent of alcohol mixed with a hint of sandalwood wafted toward her, but it wasn't unpleasant. Addison turned her head away, trying to put some distance between them. Lance wasn't offended. He chuckled softly and casually moved to sit in the chair beside her, settling in with a relaxed air. Then, he lifted his glass to Addison's face with a teasing grin. "This drink isn't bad. Want to try some?" "No." She silently pushed her chair a bit farther away.