"Sis-in-law, how long are you staying this time?"

That’s it? Girls really are little angels.

"About a week, give or take. Depends on when someone here is willing to let me go home," Olivia Young said, her gaze drifting over to Frederick Fairfax.

"You should stay longer! It’s fun here!"

"It feels like Brother Feng’s temper’s gotten a lot better with you around, sis-in-law!"

"Yeah, we’ve never seen him do things himself before."

"Sis-in-law, is Feng-ge’s barbecue really that good?"

Olivia Young slowly shook her head and whispered, "Way too spicy."

That’s why she’d been drinking so much milk tonight!

Olivia Young didn’t see Liam Rivers or the other lead actor, Tara Young, at tonight’s party.

Before the party even ended, Hannah Xu had already disappeared.

Frederick Fairfax came back to Olivia Young’s side. "I used less chili this time."

"Smells pretty good, though."

"Can you actually get full just eating this?"

"I drank my fill," Olivia Young replied—she really did drink a lot of milk.

There were plenty of other dishes on the table, not just barbecue.

But the spicy skewers meant she barely touched any of the other food.

She needed to go to the restroom.

"I’m going to the bathroom."

The night breeze coming off the shore was brisk and chilly.

Frederick Fairfax, worried, naturally stood up to walk with her.

After only a few steps, he reached out and held Olivia Young’s hand.

Behind them, crew members were chatting and laughing.

"You kissed me twice tonight."

"So it seems! President Feng isn’t the type to let himself get the short end of the stick, so… what should we do?" Olivia Young feigned a troubled look and gently nudged him with her elbow. "How about I let you kiss me back?"

Bathed in moonlight, Olivia Young’s eyes shimmered as if filled with stars. Her lips, reddened by the spice, were plump and irresistibly like a ripe red apple.

A battle raged in Frederick Fairfax’s mind.

"Maybe later. Let me use the bathroom first, then you can kiss me."

Olivia Young released his hand and walked off.

Frederick Fairfax just stood there, dazed.

Had he really started looking forward to something like that?

Ripples stirred in his heart.

He found himself wondering what her lips would feel like—soft, spicy, probably just like he imagined.

A few minutes later, Olivia Young came back from the restroom.

Her hair curled by her ears, her petite face radiant and bright-eyed, she looked as pretty as a picture.

Even as a little princess, people always said Olivia Young would grow into a beauty.

She hadn’t let them down. She was a heartthrob, no doubt about it.

"Let’s head back to the hotel."

Olivia Young hooked her arm through his and leaned her head on him. "I want to lie down."

"Okay."

"Should we tell the others?"

"No need."

Everyone who needed to know understood—pregnant wives need their rest. No explanation required.

Being pregnant was such a hassle.

Olivia Young walked slowly, her belly making everything cumbersome. She couldn’t very well have Frederick Fairfax carry her.

Carry her?

She’d rather walk herself. She wasn’t sure she trusted his strength—and besides, better safe than sorry.

Frederick Fairfax seemed bewitched, his gaze repeatedly drawn to her lips.

How could they look so good? So full and glossy?

Why did he just want to kiss her so badly?

This was insane!

She’d kissed him on the cheek, but what he really wanted was to kiss her lips.

Everything felt topsy-turvy.

It’s not like he was lusting after Olivia Young’s body.

It took them half an hour to walk back to the hotel.

Olivia Young flopped onto the sofa. "Honey, I’m hungry."

Frederick Fairfax was sure he’d misheard her.

"We literally just got back!"

"Yeah! All that walking made me hungry. Pregnant women get hungry fast. Your baby’s stealing all my nutrients, so you have to take responsibility," Olivia Young said, cradling her belly and blinking up at him with puppy-dog eyes. "I want tiramisu and spicy beef soup."

Those two foods couldn’t be more different!

Don’t look at him with those big, sparkling eyes—he couldn’t resist!

"I’ll order them!"

"Whatever you want to eat, we’ll get it! A stepdad’s still a dad—and I am your actual husband!"

Frederick Fairfax quickly sent a message to order food, then went to sit down.

"Honey, could you give my legs a massage?"

Frederick Fairfax: "??"

Did she really think he was her servant?

"If I were at home, Holly would do it for me. But I came along with you to the set, so you’re the only one who can take care of me now..." Olivia Young grabbed a throw pillow and tucked it behind her waist—getting herself all comfortable.

"Honey~"

"Don’t act cute."

"But I have to! Men like women who act cute. If I don’t, you’d never help me." Olivia Young slipped off her shoes and plopped her legs onto his thighs. "I’m ready, honey."

What was up with the word ‘honey’? Did it have some kind of magic power?

Why did he become so obedient, like he’d been put under a spell?

Olivia Young wasn’t Tang Sanzang, and he wasn't the Monkey King! And ‘honey’ wasn’t a magic binding spell!* (*In Journey to the West, the monk controlled the Monkey King with a magical headband.)

Frederick Fairfax chalked up his feelings to his strong sense of responsibility. He’d married her; now he had to take care of her completely.

His cool, slender fingers fell on her calves, his warm fingertips gliding along her skin.

Before he knew it, Frederick Fairfax’s ears reddened as his thoughts slid out of control.

Why did Olivia Young’s skin feel so familiar—so smooth and silky?

Were all women’s skin this nice?

He’d only ever touched two women: the troublemaker from that night, and Olivia Young before him.

He was all muscle, but compared to his hard body, Olivia Young’s flesh was so soft and springy.

Olivia Young scrolled on her phone, thoroughly enjoying Frederick Fairfax’s massage.

What was he getting at? Her calves weren’t toys for him to play with.

"Having fun?"

"I’m just massaging, not playing!"

Frederick Fairfax didn’t dare meet her eyes and quickly switched to her other leg.

Her calves were so bouncy and soft—

Olivia Young set aside her phone and whined, "Don’t be fooled by how skinny my legs look now; later in my pregnancy they might swell up. So I need regular massages. Your kid is making things tough for me, honey, you can’t let me down~"

Frederick Fairfax: "..."

Fine, fine!

His kid, his responsibility.

They were married, and the baby would arrive soon—was there any changing things now? Might as well have the baby—after all, they could afford to raise one.

"You’ve only been on set for a day and you’re already acting like you’re in a drama," Frederick Fairfax muttered.

"I’m just following my husband’s lead—where you go, I’ll follow."

Hopefully, she really meant that.

Only after eating her beloved tiramisu and spicy beef soup did Olivia Young shower and go to bed.

Frederick Fairfax stared at the two-meter-wide bed; something new was occupying a huge swath of space.

Was there even room left for him to sleep?

"What’s this?"

"It’s a side-sleeper pillow for pregnant women," Olivia Young said, already stretched out on the bed to demonstrate. "This way, I won’t get uncomfortable at night."

"And what about me?"

"You can sleep in the guest room."

No mercy at all.

This woman had just let him kiss her two hours ago, and now she wasn’t even letting him near the bed!

"Unless you really want to sleep with me..." Olivia Young patted the narrow space beside her. "But you can only lie still. If you roll over, you’ll fall off the bed."

Honestly, Frederick Fairfax thought he could move that pillow over just a tiny bit—give himself a bit more space.

But Olivia Young was already settled; there was no way he could ask her to move.

Self-inflicted suffering!

Damn it!

If he’d known, he’d never have let her come.

Now she’d taken over his closet, his bed, his study—and even his face with her kisses!

Frederick Fairfax grabbed his pajamas and walked out.

Olivia Young’s gentle voice drifted after him.

She said, "I meant what I said earlier about letting you kiss me back~"