Frederick Fairfax leaned back lazily, looking every bit as if he was ready to listen intently.

No more playing with his fluffy pink hair.

Olivia Young felt a little disappointed—their posture was far too intimate.

It really reminded her of that night when they’d stumbled into the dark room, crashed onto the sofa, and she'd ended up kissing him while sitting in his lap, so fiercely the mask had been kissed right off his face.

She quietly stepped away. "Just say I'm carrying your baby. These days, it's totally normal for the cart to go before the horse." (In modern China, the phrase means having a child before marriage or formalities.)

Frederick Fairfax's composure cracked again.

"You women are ruthless. I was already blindsided into being a stepdad—now you want me as a real dad, and even have me pass on my inheritance to your kid? Dream on! I'm going to live to ninety-nine!" Furious, Frederick Fairfax ripped up the addendum agreements and stormed off to shower.

She had basically spelled it out for him, but not once did Frederick Fairfax connect the dots.

And he hadn’t even drunk that much that night!

Even if he had, nothing much would've happened.

So blackout drunkenness was out of the question.

He’d said it was his first time—unless, after losing his virginity that night, Frederick Fairfax just moved on to other women?

Was his first time really so unmemorable, or had he been with too many women since?

She had been the first—she should be safe.

No risk of catching something.

After last night's awkwardness, Frederick Fairfax stealthily left the master bedroom for the guest room this time.

There were plenty of rooms at Lakeview Villa, and with Grandfather not standing guard by the door, who knew whether he was in the master bedroom or not.

Olivia Young was pregnant—what could possibly happen even if they shared a room?

He wouldn't really sink so low as to covet a pregnant woman, would he?

He was no beast.

For the first time in his own home, Frederick Fairfax ended up in a guest room.

He drowsed on and off, lost in dreams.

He vaguely felt the guest room door open.

A slender figure stepped inside, silhouetted against the hallway light. He couldn’t see her face, but the way she moved was just like that vixen who’d slept with him that night and then disappeared.

She climbed into bed, settling atop his waist. The ends of her black hair tickled his skin.

“Charlie~”

He grabbed her waist. “Is that you? Why did you run off that morning without a word—not even a name, no contact, nothing! Was I so terrible that night? What kind of man do you take me for?”

Her soft fingertips traced circles on his chest. “It was just a one-night stand. Why take it so seriously?”

“And besides, you're married now. Still thinking about me? Aren’t you afraid your wife will get jealous?”

Flustered, Frederick Fairfax explained, “We have a agreement marriage. We'll divorce in two years—wait for me.”

“Jerk! She’s pregnant and you’re still fooling around?”

“That's not my baby—”

Suddenly, the room lit up.

The woman on top of him transformed into Olivia Young.

Ah—!

Frederick Fairfax jolted awake from the nightmare.

The room was pitch black.

Too much had happened lately.

He was starting to feel unhinged.

For the rest of the night, Frederick Fairfax barely slept. As dawn broke, he finally drifted off for a bit.

Morning came.

Quiet Lakeview Villa began to stir with life.

Frederick Fairfax sauntered downstairs. The household staff stared, stunned, at his pink hair.

“Y-young master?”

“Young master, your hair?”

“Young master, you look amazing!”

“Is young master off to a film shoot again? What about young madam?”

He paid them no mind, least of all Olivia Young.

In the dining room, he caught sight of Quentin Young gently placing a peeled egg into Olivia Young’s bowl.

“Good morning, hubby.”

“Brother-in-law.”

For once, the sun seemed to rise in the west—Quentin Young, who’d urged them to divorce just last night, now actually greeted him.

Only Sir Fairfax shot Frederick Fairfax a chilly glance before leaving the room, scowling at his pink hair.

The moment Frederick Fairfax took his seat, the old man walked out, calling over his shoulder, “Get rid of that pink hair today!”

No way!

It was so much fun!

Olivia Young rather enjoyed the look.

If he really had to dye it back today, could she at least get a photo for the memories?

She pulled out her phone and snapped away at Frederick Fairfax.

His dark eyes met hers in the phone’s screen.

“You like me that much? Enough to secretly take my picture?”

Maybe it was the little one in her belly acting up.

She was already thoroughly invaded by Frederick Fairfax's genes.

Last night’s sleep hadn’t been half as good as the night before.

Was it simply because Frederick Fairfax hadn’t been there?

“Nope, just wanted a keepsake of Pinky Frederick Fairfax,” Olivia Young said, setting her phone down and nibbling her egg.

There was no way he was dyeing it back.

But he wouldn’t tell Olivia Young that.

Why should she get to know?

That dream last night was seriously weird—how did the face suddenly become Olivia Young?

It just felt all wrong.

The woman from that night had worn a black dress, bright red lips, heavy eye makeup, and that sweet-but-edgy pink hair, even her mask had black wings.

But he’d never seen Olivia Young in black—she always dressed in gentle, light colors.

Except that night in bright red.

“Do you really like it that much?” Frederick Fairfax raised his brow arrogantly. “Then peel an egg for me, and maybe I’ll let you touch my hair again?”

Quentin Young picked up an egg. “I’ll do it for sis.”

Since big sis came home, she no longer had to lift a finger.

Everything was handed to her or spoon-fed.

Mom and Dad always said—big sis was born to enjoy a good life.

“I don’t want one from you. I only want hers,” Frederick Fairfax said, quirking a brow. He’d let her play with his hair so happily last night—now, with the perfect excuse before her, she’d better not miss it.

“Eat your breakfast, young master. I won’t indulge you,” Olivia Young replied coolly, not about to give in to him.

If he truly hated it, he never would have let her touch him in the first place.

Making that request was just an excuse to get her to rub his head again.

Let him get his way? Dream on!

Olivia Young dabbed her lips elegantly. Frederick Fairfax’s eyes fixed on her, thinking: Weren’t you eager enough to play with my hair last night?

Now, when you’ve got the chance, you don’t want it?

Well, if she didn’t want it now, she could forget about touching his hair ever again.

Frederick Fairfax came and went in a whirlwind.

As always, Quentin Young only had eyes for Olivia Young, tailing after her. “Sis, what’s your plan for today?”

Olivia Young flashed a sly smile. “I've got an appointment.”

“Can I come?”

“Dad wants you to intern at the company and learn the ropes. He's planning to retire early—so off to work with you.”

“I want Sis to drive me to work.”

Sigh—

She really couldn’t win against her brother complex.

In the five years she’d been abroad, Quentin Young visited her the most. He’d fly out as soon as there was a break; sometimes he’d spend an entire summer with her.

After dropping her brother at the company, Olivia Young headed to a beauty salon.

Now pregnant, she wasn’t doing full beauty treatments—just a little nail care and catching up with friends.

“Baaaby!”

“Baby, baby!”

“Mwah!”

Bella Snow swept in, all in Hepburn-style black, heels clicking as she practically ran. “I want to smother you in kisses, my sweet little mochi! But you’re pregnant now, so I’ll let you off the hook—I might have germs!”

Right behind Bella Snow was a tastefully dressed woman, subdued in her style but carrying a limited edition designer handbag and wearing a luxury watch.

Bella Snow pulled her over. “Sweetie, let me introduce—this is my agent, Shane Ling. She also happens to be the secret wife of famous actor Liam Rivers. He’s cheated on her, and she needs you to help with her divorce case.”