Why did it suddenly get so hot in the hospital room?
The central heating was really doing its job.
Frederick Fairfax stopped picking out fish bones for Olivia Young. "I’m just stating the obvious."
Olivia Young was a hundred times prettier than Annabelle Winters.
Not just in her looks—she had an air about her, a natural confidence that moneyed, pampered girls exuded from the bone. Annabelle Winters didn't stand a chance.
Honestly, even if Annabelle Winters were a goddess, Frederick Fairfax wouldn't care. There was no future between them. The only guys who cared about looks that much were men like Grace Gordon—always wanting more, never satisfied.
Otherwise, why else would he start up with a replacement the moment his childhood sweetheart left the country? Not even the other shameless pursuers went that far.
Grace Gordon—of all people—actually kept a fake girlfriend on the side. If something comes too easy, you never really value it.
That’s just how it is.
Now that Olivia Young wanted nothing to do with him, Grace Gordon was falling apart.
"Got a discerning eye, don’t you?"
"Obviously. I’ve got high standards—not just anyone can catch my attention." Frederick Fairfax’s prideful streak returned. "I’m nothing like Grace Gordon."
Right, right, your taste is so refined.
But truth be told, that night Olivia Young hadn’t even shown her whole face, and she’d already hooked him.
How did Frederick Fairfax have the guts to act all cocky around her now?
Can’t wait for his day of reckoning ~
Now that Frederick Fairfax was done looking, he didn’t seem fazed at all when she called him the baby’s dad.
If things went on like this, would he even catch on by the time the child was born?
"Are you still getting sick?"
"Not anymore."
"That fortune teller was impressive—I guess the luck really turned around. You survived!" Olivia Young flashed a mysterious smile.
Why was she smiling like that?
Frederick Fairfax felt a chill run down his spine. "And his life was saved too."
As soon as Olivia Young recovered, she wanted out of the hospital. She headed home.
Frederick Fairfax supported her into the bedroom, and as soon as he walked in, he noticed a coffee table covered in his photos.
All sorts of different photos of him!
His heart did a little somersault. He glanced over at Olivia Young lounging on the sofa, then picked up a picture.
"I’m hopeless!" he thought. He’d known Olivia Young had loved him at first sight, yet spent a month out of the house. No wonder she’d turned her longing into a shrine of photos—looking at them by day, cuddling them by night.
"Yuanyuan~"
"Perfect timing that you’re home. Sign a few more for me!"
Only then did Frederick Fairfax notice the pen next to the photos.
He picked up the pen, looking at her in disbelief. "You need this many signed photos?"
"It’s for my company staff—so many are your fans! Now that it’s official and everyone knows you’re my husband, imagine how embarrassing it would be if I, the CEO’s wife, couldn’t get your signed pictures!" Olivia Young leaned back lazily. "Thanks, honey. Love you, heart!"
She wanted to get away with a little finger-heart gesture?
She really hoped he’d sign an entire stack with just that?
No way.
Frederick Fairfax tossed the pen aside and leaned in closer. "A month apart and you want that many? You’ll need to sweeten the deal!"
"Your thoughts are getting dangerously naughty, Frederick Fairfax."
"Oh? And how, exactly?"
"The prenup spelled things out pretty clearly."
He stroked her hair. "You can tease me, but I can’t tease you?"
"Nope! I get to have double standards," Olivia Young replied with a sly smile.
"Then I’m not signing. Find someone else!"
Frederick Fairfax plopped down next to her legs. "Baby, don’t learn from your mommy—she’s the queen of double standards."
"Why not learn from you? You’re the dad, after all!"
The truth was, she still wanted his signature. She’d gone out of her way to have Quentin Young prepare all these photos. If he didn’t sign, what was she supposed to do with them?
She couldn’t just leave them lying around the house.
"Sign them, pretty please~"
"No kiss, no signatures!"
"Told you you like me, but you never admit it." Olivia Young tapped her cheek. "Kiss me here, and you have to sign them all."
Frederick Fairfax moved closer, their noses touching softly. She closed her eyes; her lashes fluttered like butterfly wings.
Her cheek? He wanted to kiss it.
But her lips? He wanted to kiss those even more.
Frederick Fairfax had always done what he wanted, and tonight was no exception.
His warm lips softly brushed hers.
Olivia Young opened her eyes, but everything was a blur—they were too close.
He really kissed her lips?
This kiss was different from the one a month ago—there was a faint hint of strawberry on his breath.
When did he start sneaking candies?
Had he been planning for this as soon as he got home?
"Mmm~"
"Go easy~"
"You’re sucking so hard my lips are numb!" Olivia Young grabbed his suit in protest. "You made me bleed!"
Frederick Fairfax buried his face in her neck, inhaling deeply. "Sorry, couldn't help myself."
So it’s not love, but it’s the kind of relationship where he could kiss her lips raw?
"That tickles—stop breathing so hard…"
His warm breath was hot against her neck.
"I’ll sign."
Frederick Fairfax settled comfortably on the rug, Olivia Young behind him, free to ruffle his hair or rest her feet on him.
She slid over, placing her feet on his thighs.
Frederick Fairfax pulled her feet under his shirt. "It’s warmer in here."
"Wow, but I haven’t even felt your abs yet—let my feet check them out first!"
"Frederick Fairfax, you don’t have any weird kinks, do you?"
He scribbled his signature flamboyantly. "I don’t think so. We’ll know after the baby comes."
He wasn’t the type to get handsy with a pregnant woman. As for fetishes—who knew? He only had that one night, driven entirely by instinct. Nothing deeper had surfaced yet.
As he signed photo after photo, his handwriting got lazier and more artistic. The pile of autographs went from slightly stylized to completely unrecognizable.
The company staff would probably start questioning if these were really Frederick Fairfax’s signatures.
Olivia Young couldn’t resist snapping a few photos and videos as he worked.
"Don’t post these online. Just keep them for yourself," he said.
"Is this a precious keepsake? Am I supposed to watch it in secret under the covers?" Olivia Young replied boredly, opening Weibo on her phone.
#Liam Rivers and Dan Lingfei Divorce#
They’d split!
She’d almost forgotten with everything else going on lately.
Good. About time.
Olivia Young quickly contacted her PR team. If Liam Rivers loved trending, she’d make sure he topped the searches—a few more times, even! Let the sleazebag rot.
"Wife, are you trolling people online behind my back?"
"When did you get over here?"
"I saw the crazy look in your eyes as you pounded the keyboard. Turns out you were being…" Frederick Fairfax paused, "a righteous troll! Liam Rivers totally deserves it. Good job, but be careful—don’t let haters find your account."
"I used my alt," Olivia Young said, quietly logging out. "It’s the one I use to roast you, too."
"No way—you love me too much. That account must be for fangirling. Show me!" Frederick Fairfax lunged for her phone.
Was he five years old? Trying to grab her phone like that?
He thought his long arms made him special—well, he wasn’t wrong!