"Just a little curious about my husband's first time~"

Olivia Young almost burst out laughing, quickly pulling the blanket over her mouth.

"Olivia Young, you really are something else. No wonder—you went abroad, so open-minded!"

"Not really! I'm just curious—husband, you have such a good body, it must feel wonderful with you."

Ah!!!!

Frederick Fairfax's ears flushed bright red. "You—you're simply unbelievable!"

Olivia Young had embarrassed him so much that, with his ears still red, he rushed off into the bathroom to cool down.

She'd only just come back after a week—who else would she tease, if not him!

This time, Frederick Fairfax took a long, long shower.

When he finally came out, he felt refreshed, but his ears were still tinged red.

He really couldn't take her teasing.

Frederick Fairfax was officially scared of her now.

He went of his own accord to sleep in a guest room.

The next morning, Olivia Young was still dead asleep when Frederick Fairfax pulled her straight out of bed.

"Mmm—sleepy."

Olivia Young's body was limp; she had no strength at all and kept trying to fall back onto the bed.

"No more sleep!"

Olivia Young leaned against him, arms naturally circling his waist, squirming lazily. "It's so early... Frederick Fairfax, you go to work. Why are you dragging me up..."

"I'm not going. I don't want to go..."

"I've changed my mind..."

"I just want to stay home and sleep..."

Frederick Fairfax's heart suddenly sped up, thumping wildly.

His arms were full of soft warmth and her lazy pampering.

Something was definitely wrong with him.

Very wrong.

"Husband..."

His heart pounded even faster.

Suddenly parched, Frederick Fairfax put Olivia Young down in a hurry and left the room quickly.

Calm down! Stay calm—

Anne Howard was waiting by the door.

"Go help Miss Young get dressed."

Last night, young miss had told her she was going to the set today. The luggage was all packed; Anne Howard could only obey.

Everything went smoothly at the airport—they took the VIP channel from start to finish and boarded first class.

Olivia Young sat by the window; Frederick Fairfax next to her.

And of course, just when nothing should've happened—something did.

Grace Gordon and Annabelle Winters got on the plane!

She'd known the heroine would eventually find her way back to the hero.

Getting 'fired' and all that? Just one of those little spicy games between the leads. Pure fanservice. Take it too seriously, and you lose.

There were only eight seats in first class.

And they just happened to meet.

Well done, Plot Gods, you’ve outdone yourselves.

"Lily!"

"Lily? That's a pretty intimate way to call her. Are you sure you're supposed to be the one saying it?" Frederick Fairfax's handsome face was cold and sharp. "Grace Gordon, it'd be better if you kept your distance from someone else's wife."

Ahhh!

Frederick Fairfax!

So cool!

I want an autograph!

Annabelle Winters was beside herself with excitement.

Once seated, she secretly peeked at her idol.

Suddenly, Grace Gordon blocked her view. "You're staring at him too?"

When he'd seen the marriage certificate online—the one with Frederick Fairfax and Olivia Young—his first thought was that it must be fake.

A man like Frederick Fairfax just wasn't Olivia Young's type at all.

But then both the the Fairfax and Young families confirmed it.

When Grace Gordon messaged Olivia Young, he'd been flat-out blacklisted.

They hadn't seen each other for ages—meeting like this was the last thing he expected.

"Boss, I just want an autograph," Annabelle Winters whispered, "Frederick Fairfax's autograph!"

"You like Frederick Fairfax?"

"Of course!"

First class was very quiet. Annabelle Winters's words drifted easily into the ears of Olivia Young and Frederick Fairfax.

Tsk, tsk.

If things were going according to the original storyline, the couple would be tangled up in their bittersweet romance by now—and, upon landing, they'd head straight for the hotel bed.

"Boss, aren't you two friends? Could you help me get his autograph?"

Annabelle Winters's pretty almond-shaped eyes shone as she handed Grace Gordon a little notebook and pen.

"No way," Grace Gordon replied, arms crossed as he leaned back, "You want an autograph? Go ask yourself."

Annabelle Winters was too shy to do it.

Especially with Olivia Young next to Frederick Fairfax—she didn't dare at all.

Olivia Young poked Frederick Fairfax's arm. "That's one of your fans."

Frederick Fairfax's tone was frosty: "That's your stand-in."

"She wants your autograph."

"You’re really asking your husband to sign something for your stand-in? What's going through your mind?" Frederick Fairfax pressed the back of his hand to Olivia Young's forehead. "No fever—but it’s kind of warm. Warmer than me."

Olivia Young batted his hand away. "Pregnant women do run warmer."

Judging by Frederick Fairfax's reaction, there was no way he was signing anything for Annabelle Winters.

In the original novel, Frederick Fairfax barely appeared at all—and since they had been classmates, plus Grace Gordon was the undisputed male lead, Frederick Fairfax had always been polite out of respect.

But now? The side-character film emperor had become the villainess’s husband.

Annabelle Winters overheard their conversation; her look dimmed.

She didn't want anyone saying she was a stand-in.

She wasn't a stand-in.

"So that’s what it is."

"Hubby, maybe you should spend less time on scripts and more on pregnancy reading. Otherwise, when the baby arrives, you won't even know how to hold them." Olivia Young set a book down on his tray table.

"The Complete Encyclopedia of Pregnancy".

Did she really expect him to read it?

"You don't like that one?"

Olivia Young offered another.

"Bedtime Stories for Dads-To-Be".

He was a stepdad! For the record—a stepdad!

Frederick Fairfax quietly buried both books under his script. Now that was interesting.

Olivia Young sneaked a pinch at his waist.

"What are you doing?" Frederick Fairfax mouthed at her.

"We agreed when we signed the agreement—cooperate when necessary," Olivia Young whispered. "That means now."

They needed to put on the act of a loving couple.

To kill any last hope Grace Gordon might be clinging to.

Otherwise who knows what he'd do next.

With a sigh, Frederick Fairfax picked up the bedtime stories for dads-to-be and started flipping through it.

He gave up after a few pages.

These stories were useless.

He switched to the encyclopedia—okay, this was slightly better.

The plane took off.

Olivia Young pulled a blanket up, settled in, and soon closed her eyes to nap.

Frederick Fairfax went back to his script, but soon felt a pair of eyes on him.

He glanced over—to see Grace Gordon watching him with deep, forlorn eyes.

(ˉ▽￣～) Tch—

What’s the point of staring? If you didn’t have what it takes, that’s on you.

Even your childhood sweetheart slipped through your fingers.

Pathetic.

"Frederick Fairfax, just what did you do to make Lily agree to marry you?" Grace Gordon’s voice was low. "Is the baby she’s carrying… yours?"

"Of course."

At times like this—even if it means wearing a green hat,* he'll do whatever it takes.

(*) “Green hat” means being cheated on, but here Frederick Fairfax is claiming the child no matter what.

As long as he insisted, as far as the world was concerned—the child in Olivia Young's belly was his.

Who dared say otherwise?

"You two…"

So they'd gotten together overseas?

"I don't believe it."

"I don't care what you believe. But you'd better stay away from my wife from now on." Frederick Fairfax deliberately tugged Olivia Young's blanket up, bending over to plant a quick kiss on her cheek—

Right in front of Grace Gordon.

Back in school, Olivia Young used to bring Grace Gordon water and he'd show off to no end.

Now, it was his turn to have the upper hand.

Grace Gordon's eyes reddened, watching that scene. He'd never even kissed Lily.

And now…

Grace Gordon’s heart shattered.

From the moment the plane landed to disembarking, he and Frederick Fairfax didn’t exchange another word.

Olivia Young groggily woke up to find that Grace Gordon and Annabelle Winters were already gone.

"Wife, we’re here."

Wife???