"I-I didn't!"

Frederick Fairfax caught the back of her head, pulling her closer. "And you—you agreed to marry me. Besides seeing me as your fallback guy, what else am I to you?"

"You're my husband. The father of my child," Olivia Young murmured, keeping her voice soft.

She didn't want Grace Gordon to notice her eavesdropping here. Well, it wasn’t exactly eavesdropping. It’s just—who told them to be so shameless in public!

The male and female leads always seemed to get to the steamy bits so quickly. Meanwhile, her role as the scheming ‘villainess’ barely got going—the traffic just never moved!

Frederick Fairfax really didn’t get romance. No wonder he’s still single.

"Mr. Gordon, you're hurting me..."

Olivia Young’s eyes lit up. "Ooh, this is exciting. They’re really—"

Frederick Fairfax’s gaze was dark and heavy. “So, you’re only interested in these love games and dramas?”

"It’s perfectly natural to be interested in sex and romance," Olivia Young replied, looping her arms around him. "There’s no such thing as a man who isn’t at least a little lustful. Even eunuchs end up sneaking snacks! If you want a man to behave, the only way is to pin him up as a wall decoration."

Down the hall, Grace Gordon and Annabelle Winters were still entangled—tugging and pulling, hopelessly wrapped up with each other.

Here, Frederick Fairfax gripped her waist. "The only way you’d ever leave me alone is if you were pinned up on the wall."

Olivia Young laughed. “So if you won’t let me tease you, I’ll just go tease someone else, hmm?”

"No."

"Aren’t you overbearing, Charlie~"

"You’re my wife—legally. You have to be faithful to me."

Please. So it’s fine if the county magistrate sets fires, but not for the commoners to light a candle?

He sure makes it sound nice. If he’s so confident, then why get people to spy on her!

Thank goodness she hadn’t told Frederick Fairfax her English name that night. How long would it take for him to put everything together, anyway?

Right now, he truly believed she was his—she said so, and even told others she was his. He just thought she was a little too deep in her role.

She was just doing what it took to get their child officially registered.

Suddenly, the sound of a door slamming echoed down the hallway—it was loud.

Olivia Young turned her head. The hall was empty. Annabelle Winters had also been dragged inside.

The original novel’s plot had come around again. "Seven times in one night." Annabelle Winters got pregnant.

In the original, Annabelle Winters’s first baby was lost because of her.

But that was just the author’s nonsense. She swore to herself, she’d never see Annabelle Winters again. The plot would get no chance from her.

She didn’t want to mess up the main couple’s relationship. She hoped they’d rocket through the romance, heat up fast, and marry into a wealthy family—a grand, happy ending.

Apparently, the original webnovel just dragged on endlessly. She was labeled a ‘villainess’, and there were more than just her in the book. The stories of marrying into rich families went on and on. But she died off. She had no idea what happened after that. Nor did she want to.

"The soundproofing in this hotel is really something. Can’t hear a thing—where’s the fun in that? Let’s just go back to sleep," Olivia Young said, releasing Frederick Fairfax.

"You—you wanted to keep eavesdropping?" Frederick Fairfax followed her. "Olivia Young, you’re pregnant. Can you act your age?"

"So what if I’m pregnant? See, you clearly didn’t read the parenting book I gave you. Pregnant women have desires, too!"

He really should’ve kept quiet. Now what? Was he supposed to help her with that? Was that part of his job description? Not at all! They’d even signed a prenuptial agreement.

"It's fine, I can deal. It's my own fault for marrying a cold, stone-faced, ‘abstinent’ husband who avoids women~," Olivia Young patted her pregnant belly. "Let’s go back to our room and sleep, baby. Let's have Dad tell you a bedtime story."

Was she talking to the baby, or herself?

Back in their room, Frederick Fairfax went to the study to fetch *Bedtime Stories for Future Dads* and brought it in.

Olivia Young relaxed into her maternity pillow. "I don’t want to listen to that..."

"Then what do you want to hear?"

"I want to know..." Olivia Young smiled mischievously. "Tell me about your first time. What was the girl like?"

Frederick Fairfax tossed the book aside and stood up, making to leave. So sensitive?

He stormed out, only to return moments later. He loomed over her at the bedside, his eyes burning dark and intense like smoldering coals.

"To be fair—since I’m telling you, how about you tell me something too?" Frederick Fairfax said, his palm hovering protectively over her pregnant belly through the blanket. "Tell me, what kind of man was he? The one you got pregnant for, unmarried—and even though he’s gone, you’re still having his baby. Just how much did you love him?"

Well...

"He was handsome, charming, witty and fun—a flawless man with a face sculpted like a model, an amazing body, eight-pack abs, talented and...ah... gifted, both wild and obedient, with an unbelievably attractive voice—deep and sexy. The perfect dream man!"

There’s room for improvement, she thought. One day, maybe he'll be ‘talented’ and ‘gifted’ for real...

Frederick Fairfax's face darkened to charcoal. This was his own fault—why did he even ask? His chest felt so tight he could hardly breathe.

Annoyed, he left in a huff, refusing to read her a story. "See? You don’t even want to hear it," Olivia Young giggled to herself under the covers. It was probably those words—‘talented and gifted’—that made Frederick Fairfax sure it wasn’t him. After all, his performance was...average at best. All appetite, little skill. That night, he’d left her sore and tired.

“Baby, I think your daddy’s a bit silly. Don’t inherit his IQ, okay? Just take after Mama!” Olivia Young whispered affectionately to her belly.

The next morning.

Grace Gordon woke groggily, taking in the rumpled bed beside him and the still-sleeping Annabelle Winters. He was stunned.

Last night... Unbelievable. He’d actually done something so... beastly! And all because he’d thought Annabelle Winters was Olivia Young.

Grace Gordon climbed out of bed, spotting the sharp red stains on the white sheets—startlingly vivid.

Annabelle Winters ached all over, a dull pressure in her belly, and her back was sore. She opened her eyes blearily as she heard water running from the bathroom. It was Grace Gordon. She had no idea how to face him.

Quickly, she dressed and slipped out before Grace Gordon emerged.

Moments later, Grace Gordon reappeared in a bathrobe. The bed was empty.

This was the first time anything like this had ever happened to him. He should take responsibility for Annabelle Winters. He sat on the sofa and made a call, brow furrowed and voice raw from last night.

"Where are you?"

"Mr. Gordon, I was hungry so I went to get breakfast. Let’s just pretend last night never happened!" Annabelle Winters said, seizing the initiative. She’d already been fired once; she couldn’t risk losing her job again over this. Work was more important than men!!

Her response surprised him. “Is that really what you want?”

“Mr. Gordon, you were drunk last night.”

“Don’t forget your medicine.”

As the call ended, Grace Gordon slumped on the sofa, feeling despondent. He felt dirty. If Lily found out, she’d never want him again. But he simply lost control—he’d fired Annabelle Winters, but the next day, after seeing her bullied at lunch and stepping in to help, he’d brought her back to the company anyway. With a gambling addict father, sick mother, love-crazed granddad, and a student brother, his sympathy just couldn’t help but act up. It was like fate insisted on tying him and Annabelle Winters together, and he just couldn’t resist.

Meanwhile, Olivia Young lounged lazily in Frederick Fairfax’s lap, her head resting on his shoulder. “Hubby, let me go! You promised you’d bring me to the filming set. Keep your word…”