Frederick Fairfax didn't bother with superficial niceties. "How about this—let your wife come here and tell me herself that there's no marital strife, you're not planning on divorcing, and you didn’t cheat. Only then will I believe you."

"Divorce might be on the table, but I swear there's no cheating! She just wants my money. She’s smearing my name so she’ll get more cash and real estate when we split. You’ve known me six years; you know what kind of person I am. My wife—you’ve never even met her."

"I have met her," Frederick Fairfax replied coldly. "She brought your kids to visit the set before."

"I’ll handle my personal life. It won’t affect the movie!" Liam Rivers protested.

Frederick Fairfax lazily played with Olivia Young’s red scarf. "My grandfather's never liked my work in film. This might be my last movie. I can’t let anything go wrong—you understand, Mr. Li."

"Jingche, I promise I’ll handle it! I swear nothing will impact the film’s release..." Liam Rivers kept assuring him on one end.

Meanwhile, Olivia Young had already met up with Bella Snow.

"Babe! Darling, I love you! You actually thought of me for something this amazing!"

"A small-timer like me filming with Movie King Feng? I’m so hyped. Plus, there's Tara Young!"

Bella Snow was a second-generation rich kid, too. Only, her family didn’t back her—no resources given.

Everything she had, she’d won herself, with Chen Lingfei’s help.

She started out in minor roles, but now she’d already starred in several TV dramas as the lead.

She just hadn’t done a movie yet—only television.

"My part’s not that big, so don’t get your hopes up," Olivia Young warned.

"Doesn’t matter! I’m filming with two living legends. The movie’s just a bonus—getting to hang out in private is the main prize," Bella Snow grinned, linking arms with her. "Out here all on your own, looking so sweet and fresh… Where’s Frederick Fairfax?"

"Talking to Liam Rivers."

"What? That scumbag actually has the nerve to come to Frederick Fairfax?" Just hearing Liam Rivers’s name made Bella Snow fume, wanting to storm over and give him a kicking. Since he wasn’t around, she let it go.

They went to meet the director together.

The director was, of course, delighted. Add to that Frederick Fairfax’s personal request, and the production assigned Bella Snow a room.

She wasn’t happy with it.

So she just paid out of pocket for a suite.

"Feels like I’m paying to be in the movie," Bella Snow joked.

"Gotta have a good time, right?" She set down her suitcase. "Here, let me touch, let me have a feel!"

Touch what, exactly?

"Your tummy, so firm and round—hello, little one! I’m your future godmother. When you grow up, you have to be good to me, buy godmother big diamonds, huge gemstones, gold bars, a mansion, a car… all with your parents’ money…"

Olivia Young listened in silence. "That list of demands sounds more suited for your future partner."

"But I’m not getting together with him. I still love my Lily~~"

"Does he know he belongs to you?"

Talk about hitting a sore spot.

Hmph! What a frenemy!

Later, while they were eating downstairs at the hotel, Frederick Fairfax came to join them.

Hadn’t breakfast just finished? How was she hungry again?

Just how many meals did Olivia Young eat a day?

Frederick Fairfax silently stayed by her side. "We’ll be on set this afternoon, and get back late tonight. If you need anything, contact my assistant—I’ve already told him to add you."

"Alrighty."

"Nothing else to say?"

Olivia Young slowly dabbed her mouth. "Do I get a goodbye kiss?"

Bella Snow squealed, covering her eyes… but peeked through her fingers.

A kiss! She loved a good romance. The more, the better.

"You’re incorrigible," Frederick Fairfax huffed, exasperated.

Why was she so fixated on kissing?

Before leaving, Frederick Fairfax told her he’d have the laundry wash her scarf.

Liam Rivers crossed paths with him. Turns out Frederick Fairfax wasn’t such a bad guy after all.

After they’d all left, Olivia Young had the hotel to herself—full and sleepy, she took naps, watched TV, went for walks after meals. A pretty leisurely life.

But there was just one problem…

She had to wash her own underwear!

Last night’s were still waiting, and now tonight’s needed a wash too.

Back home, she’d have maids. Here, she didn’t trust the hotel laundry with such things.

Some women had their husbands do it for them.

Frederick Fairfax…

(ˉ▽￣～) Tch~~

No way he’d help with that.

Right as she was thinking this, Frederick Fairfax came back.

Suddenly, the scent of food wafted over, filling Olivia Young’s nose.

"Olivia Young!"

"Washing underwear!"

Frederick Fairfax wondered if he’d misheard. He walked into the bathroom and found Olivia Young there, washing her underwear.

"Finish up and come eat supper."

He silently stepped out.

"Hubby~"

That sugary voice immediately sounded suspicious.

Frederick Fairfax stiffened. "You don’t want supper?"

"No, it’s not that. I just want to go home."

Olivia Young shook out her hands, then held out two pieces of underwear to him. "Could you hang these up?"

Frederick Fairfax glanced at her, then at what she was holding. "You… want me… you want me to hang those…?"

"You’re taller, hubby—my arms are tired, I can’t reach…"

He resigned himself.

Princesses loved bossing people around. Now he understood what his grandpa meant when he said he was raising him to be a caretaker.

Turns out, he didn’t understand a thing about taking care of someone. He only worried about Olivia Young never going hungry. She got hungry quickly.

Olivia Young only had to act spoiled, and Frederick Fairfax would obediently go along.

It was honestly amazing!

Tonight’s supper was tiny wontons and taro chicken stew.

"Frederick Fairfax, it’s not good to stuff me so much. If the baby gets too big, it’ll be tough to deliver."

Frederick Fairfax shot her a wounded look. "Honestly, you’re impossible. If I don’t feed you, you accuse me of starving you; if I do, you say I’m fattening you up. Impossible to please! Might as well send you home!"

Olivia Young wiped her mouth. "My impossible moods are all your fault, though."

"Me?"

"Ha! You tell me—why’s that?"

She could list reasons all day if she tried, and the baby would still take his surname.

"Because your genes have invaded my system."

Frederick Fairfax was speechless. She was too much.

It’s not like marriage registration lets one’s genes literally invade another! He seriously started to wonder if Olivia Young had suffered some head trauma while abroad.

Although she said she’d stop eating, she ended up polishing off all the wontons.

"So full."

"Now what are you plotting?" Frederick Fairfax sensed she was up to something.

"A walk, to digest."

He put on a jacket and accompanied her for a stroll—just in the hotel corridors; it was too cold outside.

"Lily!"

"Lily…"

The moment Olivia Young heard Grace Gordon’s voice, her head throbbed.

She grabbed Frederick Fairfax and stopped at the corridor’s corner, quietly peeking ahead.

Well, well. Grace Gordon, you scoundrel! Claim you haven’t got a stand-in, huh?

Calling out "Lily" one second while wrapping his arm around Annabelle Winters the next.

She was just a pawn in the main couple’s relationship anyway.

Frederick Fairfax’s attention stayed glued to Olivia Young—the fragrance so close, her soft warmth, even her hair brushed against him like some kind of spell.

Olivia Young looped an arm around his waist, leaning in close.

Frederick Fairfax’s breath grew heavy.

"Jerk, jerk! Could he stop saying my name? So gross," Olivia Young whispered. "Even though that's not me over there, I feel defiled..."

Olivia Young utterly loathed Grace Gordon’s habit of finding lookalikes, which was why she’d never have him.

"Isn’t it disgusting to use a stand-in? Right?" Olivia Young looked up. "Frederick Fairfax, you haven’t made me your stand-in, have you?"