What happened after she fell asleep? Did Frederick Fairfax go through something traumatic?
Olivia Young propped herself up on his arm, grinning. "Yay, baby, we get to see where Dad works! Let’s go see your handsome dad in action on set."
Frederick Fairfax couldn't shake the feeling that Olivia Young was brainwashing him.
She kept calling him Dad. 'Dad' this and 'Dad' that.
He was practically slipping into the role.
He was starting to actually believe he was someone's father.
She was a sly one.
They left through the VIP exit and got straight into the car, not running into a single fan.
Perfect.
She really wasn’t in the mood to deal with Frederick Fairfax’s fans right now.
Another hour in the car brought them to the hotel.
"So hungry..."
"Frederick Fairfax, I’m starving..."
In the elevator, Olivia Young clutched his arm. "I could eat a whole cow!"
"Alright, I’ll get you a whole cow. If you can’t finish it, you’re not allowed to tease me anymore."
Did it really need to be that serious?
She just wanted to tease him.
"You want to take away my fun? Bad guy."
Why did she sound so adorable, even when she was calling him names?
Bad guy! You're a bad guy! Frederick Fairfax’s a bad guy! Ha!
Frederick Fairfax felt a surge of joy inside. Her arm on his felt completely natural. "So all your fun comes from teasing me? Can’t you find another hobby?"
Olivia Young thought about it. "Litigating. Going to court."
"How about taking it easy for now? Focus on your health. There’s plenty of work ahead once you’re ready." Frederick Fairfax disapproved of her pushing herself right now.
What happened with Liam Rivers and his wife—those secrets ran deep. Liam Rivers wouldn’t give in so easily.
"Want to invite me to be your legal adviser at the company?" Olivia Young asked again.
"No need, we already have a legal department."
"Your legal team is missing me."
"You must really like me. At home you want to see me, at work too?" Frederick Fairfax pretended to be exasperated, but still held onto her carefully as they left the elevator.
"You need to learn some independence. Getting married doesn’t mean you’re glued together 24/7. We’re not that in love anyway—couples need personal space, you know?"
Olivia Young laughed. "And who’s the one who drags his wife everywhere for work? Isn't your surname Feng? Frederick Fairfax, the freshly crowned Best Actor? Do your fans know you bring your wife along to shoots? Even now when she’s pregnant!"
Frederick Fairfax very nearly put a hand over her mouth, but was too embarrassed to try, so he scooped her up and strode toward the suite.
Olivia Young’s four suitcases had already arrived.
She hooked her arms around his neck. "Are you unpacking, or will someone else do it?"
"Me?"
"Alright, you do it then."
"That was rhetorical, why would /I/ do it?" Frederick Fairfax set her on the sofa.
She wouldn’t let go, so he couldn’t stand up. "So who’s the clingy one now, hmm?"
He couldn’t let Olivia Young touch her.
This woman only wanted him for his body.
If she weren’t pregnant, fine—but even now she was tempting him.
She always started the fire and never took responsibility.
So wicked!
"I’m so hungry, I could eat you. Your neck’s looking especially tasty..." Olivia Young playfully bared her teeth and leaned toward his neck like a vampire.
Just the other night, he’d left her covered in love bites!
Now Frederick Fairfax dodged left and right.
Boring.
Olivia Young stopped teasing and put a hand to her belly, play-complaining, "Baby, your daddy’s starving us..."
"Hey, I am not!"
Frederick Fairfax had arranged everything en route.
Food should be arriving any minute.
Just then, the doorbell rang.
Frederick Fairfax went to open the door. A hotel staff member wheeled in a cart, eyes straight ahead, set lunch on the dining table, and quickly left.
"Come eat."
"Thanks, hubby!"
The coast meant seafood—fresh and abundant.
Steamed tiny shellfish, stir-fried squid with scallions, abalone with chicken wings hotpot, braised chicken with chestnuts, sautéed seasonal greens, and egg fried rice.
But... was none of it spicy?
"I want something spicy for dinner," Olivia Young started placing her order the moment she sat down.
"Okay."
"Are you going to eat with me?"
"Do you want me to?"
"Baby wants you to." Olivia Young pointed at her stomach. "Wants Dad to eat too!"
"Olivia Young, stop using the baby as an excuse."
Would the baby really acknowledge him as a stepdad?
Frederick Fairfax placed a peeled shrimp in her bowl. "I’m busy, you know—got to rush the shoot."
Olivia Young replied nonchalantly, "No problem, I can entertain myself. As long as you don’t throw up, that’s all I ask."
Surely her morning sickness wouldn’t last the whole pregnancy.
"The shrimp my hubby peeled taste so good. More, please. Keep them coming!"
Frederick Fairfax hadn’t even taken off his disposable gloves. So, keep peeling he did.
How could he refuse?
Miss Ten-Fingers-Never-Touched-Dishwater had grown up with servants peeling her shrimp before every meal. But after marriage—nothing. The stark contrast stung.
Could he really argue with a pregnant woman? Of course not.
After the meal, Frederick Fairfax called up the hotel staff to unpack and arrange Olivia Young’s luggage.
He didn’t plan on her staying long, yet she had fourteen suitcases.
He was in the presidential suite, with two bedrooms, a study, a living room, two bathrooms, floor-to-ceiling windows, a large balcony, and even a small kitchen.
As soon as Olivia Young arrived, her things occupied the master bedroom—her colorful dresses hung beside his own clothes.
Pregnancy books and law books lined his desk.
Even the scent in the room changed, now carrying a soft hint of jasmine.
His territory had been invaded by Olivia Young.
Once full, Olivia Young grew sleepy. "I’m going to sleep."
"Oh? Want me to join you?"
Sitting at the edge of the bed, Olivia Young smiled. "Yup!"
Does she sleep all day?
Pregnant women needed extra rest, sure, but she seemed to sleep more than most.
"Well, since you’re asking so earnestly, I suppose I can lay down with you for a bit."
Wait, what?
She was just teasing him, but he actually agreed.
No backing out now.
Olivia Young changed into pajamas and obediently tucked herself into bed.
The crisp white sheets had been switched for a warm, golden set.
Simple, with just a tuft of embroidered flowers at the foot.
The truth? Frederick Fairfax had never liked those cold, monochrome sheets, but as a man—a CEO, no less—he was too embarrassed to choose soft, cozy bedding for himself.
Now he had a wife, he got to sleep on sheets she picked out.
Just looking at them made him feel like he’d sleep soundly.
And maybe even have good dreams.
Last night, he’d slept in the guest room. Tonight, he was sharing a bed.
Olivia Young lay on her side facing Frederick Fairfax. He had the feeling she was about to make a move on his abs at any moment.
He turned away, giving her his back.
Olivia Young: (￣へ￣)
If you treat me like this, Frederick Fairfax, just don’t regret it later.
Frederick Fairfax was never one for afternoon naps, but as he answered a few messages on his phone, sleepiness crept in.