Frederick Fairfax felt like a big dog sniffing around for his owner's scent.

Did he forget something?

Olivia Young even slowed her breathing, quietly recording the screen for future evidence.

"Does it smell good? Is it fragrant?"

Frederick Fairfax was jolted by the gentle voice, finally realizing what he'd just done.

Lifting his head from the warm, fragrant bed, his gaze hazy, he protested, "Stop accusing me. I just didn't sleep well last night. I'm tired, that's all."

Frederick Fairfax ended the video call in record time.

Oh, for heaven's sake.

What on earth did he just do?

Frederick Fairfax ruffled his hair in frustration, then flopped back into bed. This time, he pulled the covers over himself, kicked off his shoes, and burrowed all the way in.

He was just going to sleep.

Why shouldn’t he? He had every right.

He had a marriage certificate, after all.

What’s wrong with a husband sleeping in his wife’s bed?

Olivia Young had only slept here a few days.

This bed had been his for three years!

It was his bed.

Closing his eyes, Frederick Fairfax drifted into a drowsy sleep.

In his dream, he was napping in a tree, when suddenly a huge monster crashed through the forest. Its footsteps thundered all around.

He ran for his life, swinging from branch to branch.

No matter how he tried, he couldn't escape.

He and the branch both got swallowed up by the giant beast.

"Get up!"

Frederick Fairfax snapped awake. Right in front of him was the old man, cane raised, about to bring it down.

"Grandfather!"

Frederick Fairfax grabbed the cane. "It's the middle of the night, Grandfather, aren't you tired?"

"Old folks don't need much sleep," Grandfather Feng said, lowering his cane. "How can you still be sleeping when someone’s waltzed into your house to steal your wife? You’re just lying there, totally unmoved!"

"You haven't thrown up these past two days, so that blessed marriage is working! Now be thankful, go put your wife in order—you two have your marriage certificate already. How can you be sleeping here? Why aren’t you rushing after Lily?"

"Grandfather, bringing a pregnant woman home in the middle of the night is too much. Give her a break."

"Did I say you had to bring her back? Can't you just stay over there? You’re the Young family’s son-in-law now, her husband!" Grandfather Feng thumped his cane. "If you let your wife slip through your fingers after all this, don’t make me slap you."

A slap would hurt less than a beating with the cane, anyway.

Frederick Fairfax scrambled up, looking sheepish.

His parents had told him: don’t make the elders angry.

An elder in the family is like a treasure.

Frederick Fairfax walked ahead, while his grandpa grumbled behind him about his hair.

Whatever!

He enjoyed watching Grandfather disapprove yet never being able to do anything about him.

After driving away from home, Frederick Fairfax gripped the steering wheel, wondering—did he really have to go just because Grandfather told him to?

He could just check into a hotel somewhere.

Or stay at his own big apartment.

Why not? Why would he go to the Yu house?

Grace Gordon, that bastard, actually had the nerve to want to marry Olivia Young!

If Grace Gordon had really wanted to marry Olivia Young, it would never have been Frederick Fairfax’s turn.

Everyone knew Olivia Young was a prize; half the city was eyeing her, and here he was, all too eager for his role.

Please. Did he sign up to be a stepdad?

Even stepdads have standards.

Before he knew it, Frederick Fairfax’s car had pulled up to the Young family villa.

He got out, just as Uncle Lee came out to greet him. "Young Master Feng, good evening."

"Uncle Lee."

"Young master, you..." Uncle Lee stared at his hair.

Oh, no!

Pink?

Were his old eyes deceiving him?

Just because you’re good-looking, doesn’t mean you can go this far!

Uncle Lee rubbed his eyes hard—still pink!

Could it be that because the young master had dyed his hair a color Miss Young didn’t like, he’d made her angry enough to go back to her parents’ house?

The young master was newlywed—didn’t he know men’s hair was marital property? Even at his age, Uncle Lee dared not cut his hair without his wife’s input!

But the young master just dyed it bright pink, and so bold too.

Ah, to be handsome is to do as you please. Jealous, really.

"What are you doing here?"

Quentin Young came downstairs in pajamas. Seeing Frederick Fairfax heading up, he said, "My sister's asleep!"

Frederick Fairfax’s face was calm. "No problem. I came to sleep too."

Quentin Young’s lips twitched. Thank goodness he was here just to sleep—not to sleep with his sister.

"Do you know which room is hers?"

"Brother-in-law, you tell me." Quentin Young pointed.

Without thinking, Frederick Fairfax went inside and switched on the lights.

Nice. The guest room!

He turned around to find Quentin Young leaning against the doorway, grinning.

Frederick Fairfax just shot him a smile.

"I told you, my sister’s asleep. If you go barging in and turn on the lights, you'll wake her up. She’s pregnant and her sleep’s light. Just sleep in the guest room," Quentin Young said, flicking the lights off. "Goodnight now, brother-in-law!"

"I don't mind, but come morning, if Mom and Dad find out I slept in the guest room, they'll think there's something wrong between us and I'm neglecting your sister. Then..."

Frederick Fairfax hadn’t finished before the lights flicked on again.

"The room on the far south side. My sister really is asleep, so keep quiet." Quentin Young leaned in the doorway. "If you treat my sister badly, I’ve got a problem. Treat her well, and I’ll respect you and accept you as my real brother-in-law."

Frederick Fairfax snorted, "Don’t tell me you’d rather have Grace Gordon as your brother-in-law?"

"Anyone could do. There’s no shortage of men."

Women don’t have to marry men anyway.

Men aren’t such a big deal.

Back when Olivia Young was in school, she was so dazzling that guys from Quentin Young’s age group to his own all had their first crush on her.

That ‘puppy dog admirer group’ had plenty of guys, all lining up to be stepdad to her child.

Everyone wanted his place.

Frederick Fairfax tiptoed and pushed open the bedroom door.

Warm, amber light from the bedside lamp bathed Olivia Young. She leaned against the headboard, eyes sparkling. "Baby, you just moved! Still not asleep?"

The baby was already kicking.

They’d only been married less than a week!

Frederick Fairfax wanted to cry.

"Did you teleport or something?" Olivia Young tugged up the blanket, covering herself. "Did you come here just to drag me back for a scolding?"

"No."

"Then what’s your business here?"

"To sleep with you."

Olivia Young: ???

Is he nuts?! Who needed him here to sleep?

"Seriously? Look, pregnant women do have certain urges, but we signed a prenup—you strictly banned any touching!" Olivia Young raised a delicate brow. "That puts me in a tough spot. How about you sleep on the floor tonight?"

She guessed instantly—it must have been Grandfather who sent him here.

Frederick Fairfax was just doing as told.

Flopping down on the bed, Frederick Fairfax said, "Heating's not on yet. If I sleep on the floor and catch a cold, who’ll take my meeting tomorrow? You?"

"No problem."

She answered so readily, it short-circuited Frederick Fairfax’s brain for a second. "You really agreed so quick!"

"Why not? Maybe I can’t do the grunt work, but running a company? I think I can handle that," Olivia Young replied, eyes glinting. "If you want to get in bed, fine, but go take a shower first!"

He actually went!

Soon, the sound of the shower came from the bathroom.

After a while, Frederick Fairfax emerged with a white towel wrapped around his waist.

Damn. Not a bad view at all.

Baby, your dad’s figure is top tier. Broad shoulders, narrow waist, long legs—clear water droplets slid along his skin, over his abs and disappeared under the towel.

That spot was pure temptation.

"Olivia Young, wipe that drool off your mouth." Frederick Fairfax dried his damp hair, standing beside the bed with that signature cool arrogance. "If you beg me, maybe I'll let you cop a feel."