Chapter 45: If You Think I’m Too Spoiled, Then Don’t Marry Me
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Frederick Fairfax was speechless, a knot in his throat.
So in Olivia Young’s eyes, was he really that petty and vengeful?
He explained, “I was just trying to ward off bad luck.”
“Ward off bad luck?”
“You’ve wanted to come back to China for five years and still couldn’t make it. That’s just too weird.” Frederick Fairfax spoke gently as he rinsed the foam from her hair. “The fortune-teller seemed pretty skilled.”
There are always things in novels that defy explanation—unseen forces, fate, superstition.
But in Frederick Fairfax’s world, these things felt real.
Pairing the two of them off, that was their so-called ‘good luck.’
In truth, it was just that Lucas Young had also gone to see that fortune-teller—a complete charlatan who knew nothing and made wild guesses.
He took the money and vanished from the capital, afraid he’d get caught—gone like a vagabond.
Good luck finding him now.
It’d be easier just to ask her—she probably understood the hidden currents of this world far better.
Olivia Young closed her eyes and let her body relax. “Frederick Fairfax, have you ever thought you might not actually be real?”
Frederick Fairfax stroked her damp hair. “So you found me out. I’m actually a bionic robot. I’ve got blue blood flowing through my veins. Want to try it?”
What kind of hellish joke was that?
Olivia Young answered drily, “Sorry, I’m only interested in the fresh duck blood in hotpot.”
“None for tonight?”
“None!”
“You’re pregnant now, so you’d better avoid that sort of thing for a while. After the baby’s born, you can eat whatever you want.”
“That still won’t work—I’ll be breastfeeding!” Olivia Young opened her eyes, sighing. “I’m honestly jealous, you get to be a dad without any of the pain.”
“Yeah, being a pain-free dad—didn’t even go through any of the process, just, poof, suddenly I’m a father. What’s to be jealous about… a stepdad.”
To be fair, back in Kingston, plenty of guys were jealous of him.
He didn’t get it at first.
Why?
Until he saw all those desperate guys in the chat reminiscing about school days and their old crush—Olivia Young—he finally understood the meaning of ‘white moonlight’*.
[*Note: ‘White moonlight’ (白月光) refers to an unattainable first love or idealized crush.]
For them, Olivia Young was the white moonlight.
“So… do you want to try tonight?”
Frederick Fairfax’s heart was thudding. He shut off the water and wrapped her dripping hair in a towel.
Tonight?
“It’s, uh, not great for pregnant women…”
“I’m not some beast!”
“Olivia Young, don’t tease me like that.”
“If I actually did something to you, you’d remember it for the rest of your life!”
“Easy, easy—don’t pull my hair!” Olivia Young clamped onto his shirt.
Frederick Fairfax’s face contorted in pain.
She’d pinched him right on the skin! That hurt.
She had some grip on her.
He quickly let go of her hair, and Olivia Young released his shirt.
She lay back, panting, “Do you know how important hair is to a woman?”
She had thick hair, but she didn’t want to lose it either.
Frederick Fairfax quickly gathered up the hair from his fingers, the comb, and the towel, balled all of it up, and tossed it into the trash—pretending none had fallen out.
He’d distract Olivia Young so she wouldn’t notice.
He helped her sit up. “Sorry, I got a little carried away just now.”
“Carried away, huh? Excited, even?” Olivia Young glanced suggestively at a certain spot. “Bet it’s been a while since you used it?”
Frederick Fairfax gritted his teeth inside.
There she went, teasing him again.
“So—is it still any good?”
Olivia Young’s hair was still wet and dripping after her shower; her pale, clean face wore a faint, gentle smile, and those shy almond-shaped eyes swept up from his waist.
The wet white shirt clung to Frederick Fairfax’s skin, half-revealing his figure. In that moment, it was clear why, that night, she’d picked him with a single look.
She couldn’t help herself—her pale, slender hand landed on his waist.
Frederick Fairfax froze, muscles tensing. “Lily, you—”
Hooligan!
Did she actually want to? Tonight?
He’d read all about pregnancy in books—at this stage, it was…
He couldn’t.
He was scared.
Sure, the wife was his, but the kid wasn’t.
If anything happened, he couldn’t live with himself.
No, no, no!
No…
“You can touch, but nothing else,” Frederick Fairfax reassured himself he could hold steady. If he couldn’t, he’d just escape back to the set—his movie wasn’t finished filming anyway.
“Can I reach inside?”
“Olivia Young, you’re pushing your luck.”
Olivia Young blinked with puppy-dog eyes, her lips pouted in innocent misery.
He said nothing, but Frederick Fairfax was already defenseless.
This wasn’t just playing cute—she was attacking his very soul.
“Be good. Dry your hair first. Once it’s all dry, you can do whatever you want,” Frederick Fairfax gripped her wrist. “No touching for now.”
“Stingy.”
“You won’t even let me kiss you!”
Yeah, he was stingy!
Frederick Fairfax swept her up in his arms, and Olivia Young clung contentedly to him, her wet hair soaking through his shirt.
Didn’t even bother drying it!
“Let’s talk about it once you tear up the prenuptial agreement,” Olivia Young said, trailing a finger along his jaw. “It’s right there in black and white: no kissing, no hugging, no sharing a bed, no public announcements, no…”
“All your rules—not a word of protest from me. I signed right away!”
“You do remember, don’t you?”
Face dark, Frederick Fairfax set her down on the sofa and draped a blanket over her.
“It’s hot~”
The heater was on, she was in a nightgown, and now he had to pile a thick blanket on top?
Get it off, get it off!
“You’re so spoiled,” Frederick Fairfax muttered.
Olivia Young’s fair toes landed right on his dress pants. “If you think I’m spoiled, then don’t marry me~”
She truly mastered the art of double standards. She could step all over him, but the moment he did anything… absolutely not.
Frederick Fairfax bent down and held her ankle. “Of course I’ll marry you. If I don’t, would you rather marry Grace Gordon? He’s got a stand-in now. And in those kinds of ‘stand-in’ dramas, the real one always gets replaced—that’s the whole point!”
“Wow, you actually know your stuff, Mr. CEO. Do you secretly read novels?” Olivia Young’s eyes lit up in excitement, like she’d discovered a new species.
“I don’t read novels. Scriptwriters send me that kind of stuff sometimes.”
Frederick Fairfax was a true CEO in real life. He had zero interest in those melodramatic rich-family romance trains.
Those lovesick stories seemed so childish. Especially those paralyzed-faced CEOs—if the character design was good, you barely needed to act at all. There was just no challenge. Not his thing.
Olivia Young lounged back comfortably. “You can dry my hair now, hubby.”
Don’t want to actually catch a cold.
Back at the hotel, he’d even washed Olivia Young’s underwear for her. Drying her hair was nothing.
He could handle it.
A few minutes later, Olivia Young’s eyes filled with tears.
“Ouch…”
“Be gentle.”
“My hair!”
“Frederick Fairfax! I’m going to kill you!”
“Get out! Let Xiaohui come in!”
Her poor hair…
Olivia Young glanced behind the sofa—and was shocked at what she saw.
A mess of black hair littered the floor.
“Frederick Fairfax, you pulled out so much of my hair!”
Olivia Young clutched his shirt. “You’re never allowed to touch my hair again!”
As a certified hair fanatic, she’d finally lost it.
It was the first time Frederick Fairfax had ever seen Olivia Young, usually so gentle, act like this.
Yeah. Truly stunning. Seriously crazy.
“It’s not my fault—it’s the pregnancy hormones. After you have the baby, if I help you wash, comb, and dry your hair again, it won’t fall out like this anymore…”
This only made Olivia Young angrier.
Whose fault are those hormones?!
Olivia Young shook him furiously. “It’s all because of you!”