There was absolutely no possibility between them.

Don’t even think about it.

Grace Gordon was determined to nip these thoughts in the bud. He needed to keep his distance and cut all ties.

Things would only get way too dramatic if they got tangled up.

She was just a villainess in the story—how could she possibly go up against the protagonist’s shining aura?

Grace Gordon never expected Olivia Young to say it so bluntly. Even though they’d never dated, their childhood friendship had tacitly agreed they’d marry someday.

Now it was Olivia Young who had broken that promise.

“Of course. I have no interest in another man’s wife,” Grace Gordon said coldly before grabbing his coat and leaving.

The moment the male and female leads left, the air seemed fresher.

Since she was already here, Olivia Young happily stayed to eat and chat with her old friends.

Grace Gordon didn’t come back after he left.

That was fine by her.

Her friends were great, too—they neither smoked nor drank, and everyone was mindful that she was pregnant.

Being pregnant had its perks: Olivia Young used it as an excuse to slip away early.

Zachary Shaw insisted on walking her downstairs. The hallway was dim and hazy. He gazed at Olivia Young’s profile and asked, “Is your boyfriend coming to pick you up?”

Not even a chance.

All she had was a one-night stand.

Frederick Fairfax certainly lived up to his reputation.

A perfect shot, first try.

Olivia Young replied softly, “My family’s driver is waiting for me downstairs.”

Zachary Shaw’s brows twitched. “You’re pregnant now. Is someone who puts work above you really worth entrusting your whole life to?”

Big bro, please, don’t fall for me!

In the original story, things ended terribly for you.

“He’s worth it. We’re great together—deeply in love. This baby is the crystallization of our passionate romance.” Ever since returning to China, the lies just rolled off Olivia Young’s tongue.

Whatever worked, she’d say it—it might just save someone from catching feelings.

Hopeless romantics everywhere!

Zachary Shaw pretended to glance casually at Olivia Young’s belly. She’d put on a black coat before leaving, perfectly hiding her pregnant bump. “I really envy him. You two must be really happy.”

No, no, no.

The baby’s dad didn’t know a thing.

“Bro! What’s wrong with you? You’ve only had a little to drink and you’re already puking? When did your legendary alcohol tolerance get so bad? Are you sick?”

“Get lost! I’m fine!”

Next door, a private suite door was cracked open, and the loud voices drifted out.

If Olivia Young had peered inside, she would have seen a very familiar face.

But she didn’t.

She and Zachary Shaw’s figures quickly disappeared down the corridor.

Inside the room, Frederick Fairfax was collapsed in front of the toilet, vomiting so violently his head was spinning.

He’d been feeling nauseous and throwing up a lot lately.

But hospital checkups said he was perfectly healthy.

Oh my god.

Did he have some weird, mysterious illness?

“Bro, let me take you home to rest!”

Leonard Holmes went to get Frederick Fairfax’s suit jacket from the sofa. “No, we should go to the hospital. If you keep puking like this, maybe there’s something wrong with your stomach! You can’t get sick—you’re our golden goose!”

Frederick Fairfax’s face was pale, but his glare was sharp as he shot Leonard Holmes a look. “Shut up.”

Leonard Holmes quietly followed his brother out, right hand digging through Frederick Fairfax’s jacket pocket.

Between his long fingers he pinched a small, clear bag. “Bro, why do you have pink hair in your bag? Whose is this? Your girlfriend's?”

Just thinking about that pink hair made Frederick Fairfax angry. Even though that was his first time, and things weren’t smooth at the start, in the end she seemed pretty satisfied. Things between them had turned out well.

But when he woke up, she was just gone.

He searched the entire room, finding only a few stray hairs left on the bed.

“That wicked woman who slept with me and then ran off!” Frederick Fairfax was fuming.

His stomach already hurt; now his head throbbed too.

He really didn’t get it!

They were each other’s firsts; neither had the right to complain!

And she just ghosted him!

Was his technique really that lousy?

He vaguely remembered her crying out in pain over and over.

Aaaaargh!

“Bro, you’re a real freak. Did you collect her hair to run a DNA test or something?” Leonard Holmes was both excited and shocked, with a bit of admiration in his eyes.

No wonder he was the Fairfax family’s heir—powerful people truly did whatever they liked.

“Test for what! It’s a wig, a wig—” Frederick Fairfax snatched the bag, clutching it tightly.

If she wanted to hide, she should’ve done a better job.

But he still caught her.

Leonard Holmes sensed an undercurrent of dark energy radiating from his brother, but who’d believe that, to his fans, this man was famous for being aloof and unattainable, as if untouched by mortal dust.

No one could outdo his act.

A week later.

The old Fairfax family residence.

Sir Fairfax looked worried. Frederick Fairfax, even more so; his strong brows were furrowed into the shape of the character "chuan" (川).

He was starting to wonder if he’d been possessed.

He hadn’t eaten anything weird, but he was puking nonstop.

It was just unbelievable.

Sir Fairfax suspected the family had been cursed.

He’d even brought in some shaman—no, 'master'—to exorcize their house today.

Frederick Fairfax lounged in a single armchair, legs crossed, eyes shut, feigning a nap.

He’d been up half the night feeling sick, barely catching any sleep.

Besides, he was a stubborn atheist; he didn’t believe in any superstitions.

The mystical chanting, instead, was making a decent lullaby.

But because of his mysterious illness, he couldn't even return to set.

It was infuriating.

Just as he was about to drift off, he felt someone circling him over and over, muttering incantations.

“Aha!”

Sir Fairfax leapt up in excitement. “Well? Well? Can my grandson be cured?”

“Grandfather, I’m just a little unwell—it’s not like I’m dying,” Frederick Fairfax replied helplessly.

“There is! And it can be fixed!”

Frederick Fairfax cracked open one eye skeptically. This so-called ‘master’ looked totally unkempt, a ragged banner in hand that read: ‘All-Powerful, Your Every Wish Fulfilled.’

Talk about outrageous.

“So, what’s the cure? Don’t hold back, Master,” Sir Fairfax demanded, teetering on the edge of desperation.

He’d tried everything since his grandson fell ill.

Nothing worked.

The shaman calculated on his fingers and said, “I’ve checked—the young master and the Young family’s eldest daughter are a match made in heaven, destined to be together. An auspicious wedding will dispel all ills. After marriage, he’ll recover in no time.”

Sir Fairfax frowned. “How do you know the Young family’s daughter’s birth details?”

“The Young family has also started seeking a husband for their daughter,” the ‘master’ replied, his smile all knowing and mysterious. “Believe me, Old Master; I guarantee that after this wedding, your grandson’s problem will vanish instantly—good as new.”

“She’s back after five years overseas, isn’t that perfect timing?” With a swift kick at Frederick Fairfax’s leg, Sir Fairfax barked, “What are you waiting for? Go to the Young family and propose right away!”

Frederick Fairfax: ???

Grandfather, you actually buy this?

Just look at the guy—he doesn’t look like any sort of spiritual master!

Sir Fairfax refused to hear reason. As long as someone offered a solution, he was willing to try anything.

“Come on, get moving!”

“I’m not going!”

Frederick Fairfax slumped on the sofa, refusing to budge.

He knew of the Young family’s eldest daughter—she and Grace Gordon had been close since they were kids.

Back in high school, he and Grace Gordon were in the same class.

Olivia Young would sometimes show up at their door to pick up Grace Gordon after school.

She’d bring water to Grace Gordon on the basketball court.

She cheered him on at every school sports meet.

Was he really such a homewrecker?

It’s better to break ten temples than separate one couple!^1

He just wouldn't do it.

The next day.

Under Sir Fairfax’s forceful grip, Frederick Fairfax was dragged straight to the Young family residence.

^1 This is a Chinese proverb meaning it's worse to break up a couple than to tear down ten temples—it’s bad luck to ruin true love.