Chapter 47: Frederick Fairfax, When Did You and Lily Get Together?
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Olivia Young suddenly understood the point of this scene. The male lead couldn’t let go of his 'white moonlight', and when the heroine saw this, a heartache she couldn’t ignore finally made her realize she’d fallen for him. She herself? Just a tool to force the heroine to face her own heart.
“We’re doing well, and it looks like you are too.”
“I didn’t...”
“No need to explain. We’re just neighbors who grew up together.” Olivia Young emphasized the word ‘neighbors’.
Grace Gordon's face visibly darkened.
What right did Grace Gordon have to pull a long face in front of her?
“Neighbors? Is that all we are?” A trace of sorrow flickered in Grace Gordon’s eyes. He gave a bitter laugh.
He’d always thought they were childhood sweethearts, destined for marriage. But in Olivia Young’s eyes, they were just neighbors.
He didn’t even know when Olivia Young and Frederick Fairfax had gotten together.
Frederick Fairfax, who could’ve continued being a pampered, privileged young master, instead ran off to the entertainment industry to act. Despite not having many roles, it was clear he wasn’t invested in the business world.
Who would’ve thought Frederick Fairfax’s heart was with Olivia Young all along?
In those five years, Grace Gordon could go abroad, but he couldn’t go wherever Lily was.
That gave Frederick Fairfax his chance.
That bastard who took advantage when he was down!
“If being neighbors bothers you, you can always move,” Olivia Young said, tugging on Bella Snow's arm and shooting her frantic glances.
Move, move! Time to go!
If she didn’t leave soon, the plot would take over and force her to blurt out something utterly ridiculous.
Annabelle Winters felt an inexplicable pang in her chest. Seeing Grace Gordon looking so lovesick actually made her a little sorry for him.
Why... should she feel sorry for Grace Gordon?
No. Get a grip.
A man like Grace Gordon, who has everything he could want, doesn’t need her tiny bit of pity.
Better to save some sympathy for herself.
Night fell.
Olivia Young was at home, leisurely listening to music and reading, interacting with the baby in her belly.
She was perfectly content when her phone rang.
She answered absentmindedly.
“Miss Young! Ran-ge is drunk and won’t stop calling your name. Could you come check on him?”
A classic scene straight out of a CEO romance novel. Late, but as expected.
“I’m not going!”
If the side character goes, she’ll see the leads together and hold a grudge against the heroine.
If the heroine goes, she’ll see the side character with the male lead and misunderstand him.
Tonight, with Grace Gordon drunk, if she showed up, Annabelle Winters would appear for sure.
Plot gods, I’m already pregnant. You’re still making me go to a bar to see people?
Can’t the plot move forward without me for once?
“Lily... Lily…”
Even over the phone, she could hear Grace Gordon calling her.
“He’s got issues, and so do you. What does he have to do with me? He gets drunk and calls me—did you stop to think about how my husband feels? I’m pregnant, is it really appropriate for me to go to a place like that? Put yourself in my shoes for once—would you let your wife run off to a bar in the middle of the night to see her childhood friend?”
Olivia Young unleashed her anger, then blocked Grace Gordon’s friend’s number without hesitation.
Not going. No way.
She was so angry even the baby could feel it and squirmed a few times.
“Baby, it’s not about you—Mom loves you lots.”
“Be good~”
“Time to sleep now.”
Olivia Young patted her baby bump gently, but the little one inside just wouldn’t settle down.
Lately, she’d figured out how to soothe the baby.
Blood ties are truly magical.
If the baby moved around at night, she could play Frederick Fairfax’s voice—let them listen to a recording from his TV drama, or a good-night message he’d sent.
“Good night, baby.”
Though who knew which ‘baby’ Frederick Fairfax meant in those messages.
[Frederick Fairfax: Where are you?]
Just as she was playing his voice message, another text arrived.
[Olivia Young: At home.]
The next second, he started a video call.
Olivia Young picked up. “You don’t trust me, do you?”
Frederick Fairfax had just gotten a call from a friend, letting him know Grace Gordon was drunk in a private suite, calling out for Olivia Young. Someone had called Yu too, asking her to come pick him up.
How dare Grace Gordon!
Really, the nerve!
Whose wife did he think this was!
The sheer gall!
Frederick Fairfax was fuming. He needed to check in with his wife immediately.
“I trust you.”
Behind him, the video showed a highway, cameras, crew members—his face was bruised, his clothes torn. Filming at night in this cold must be rough.
Frederick Fairfax, born with a silver spoon, enduring this kind of hardship.
“It’s your break—put on a coat! Where’s your assistant?”
“Wife, are you worried about me?”
“Worried about my dog.”
Frederick Fairfax grabbed a black down jacket and draped it on. “Just finished a fight scene. My body’s still hot.”
His breath came out as white fog.
He looked a little awkward onscreen.
Olivia Young smiled faintly. “Don’t worry. I won’t be picking Grace Gordon up—I do know my boundaries.”
“That’s not why I called. I just wanted to see if you were asleep.”
“Mhm, mhm, sure.”
So stubborn.
A few more words, and when the director called for him, Olivia Young immediately hung up.
Frederick Fairfax’s voice couldn’t lull Olivia Young to sleep, but it worked wonders on the baby.
No more movement from the little one.
“Wonder how long until your dad realizes you’re his kid. He’s a bit clueless.”
What Olivia Young didn’t know was that Grace Gordon, drunk, had been cursing Frederick Fairfax the whole night, yelling about going to find him.
The next day, he showed up at Frederick Fairfax’s hotel.
Frederick Fairfax had been filming night scenes into the early morning and only got back to the hotel at dawn.
He didn’t wake until two in the afternoon.
Stepping out of his room, a tall figure in black lunged out and shoved him against the wall.
Seeing who it was, Frederick Fairfax shoved back. “Grace Gordon! What the hell is wrong with you! Are you nuts, this early in the day?”
“It’s already afternoon!”
“Is that the point?” Frederick Fairfax lazily glanced at the time on his watch.
It really was afternoon.
Had Lily messaged him yet?
Frederick Fairfax pulled out his phone.
“Frederick Fairfax!”
“What’s your problem? Want to discuss a business deal? Go ahead.” Frederick Fairfax opened WeChat.
Nothing!
Not a single message from Olivia Young.
“When did you two get together?”
Grace Gordon looked haggard—bloodshot eyes, unkempt hair, reeking of alcohol.
Tsk tsk.
Frederick Fairfax sneered. Just the smell made him judge; no wonder Olivia Young moved on.
His love rival was being an idiot.
Frederick Fairfax sent Olivia Young a meme. “Let me think, it’s been about a hundred days.”
“A hundred days?! Only a hundred? How could it only be a hundred days? She’s having your baby!” Grace Gordon actually laughed in disbelief. “Frederick Fairfax, I just want to know when you actually got together. You’re married now—why lie to me?”
“The baby’s mine?” Frederick Fairfax grinned. “Did Olivia Young tell you that?”
Grace Gordon met his eyes. “Yes! Or are you still denying it?”
It’s not that Frederick Fairfax didn’t want to admit it—Olivia Young had already been telling people that for their reputations’ sake.
Even so, some still called Frederick Fairfax a stepdad.
Since Olivia Young was misleading Grace Gordon, he’d play along.
Frederick Fairfax played it cool. “Fine! It’s mine.”
Even a stepdad is a dad!
Grace Gordon shook with rage. “When? When did you two get together? Just tell me, so I can put this to rest!”
That was a tough one.
Olivia Young had spent five years abroad—he hadn’t seen her at all then.
“Frederick Fairfax, did you always like her? Back in school, whenever Olivia Young came to see me, you’d always sneak glances. She used to visit all the time, and you were jealous.”
Did he? Frederick Fairfax admitted he used to steal glances when Olivia Young showed up.
I mean, who wouldn’t?!
Back in college, a beautiful, smart, elegant high schooler like her would catch anyone’s eye.
Even back in middle school, Olivia Young was top of her grade and good at every art—anyone would admire her.
“Not only was I jealous, I took full advantage of the situation. Since you were looking for a stand-in, you didn’t cherish her—somebody else did. If you wouldn’t marry her, someone else would.” Frederick Fairfax slapped Grace Gordon on the shoulder, eyes agleam with pride. “That’s why the latecomer overtakes the front-runner; I fought and won. Now you just stay Lily’s ‘white moonlight’—don’t turn yourself into ‘plain white rice’.[1] She’ll grow to resent you.”
[1]: ‘White moonlight’—someone’s idealized first love; ‘plain white rice’—something bland and unremarkable.
“She already does!”
“That’s normal. Right now, unless it’s her darling husband, she’s irritated by just about everyone—pregnancy hormones.” Frederick Fairfax gave a self-satisfied smirk.
“Advice: Focus on your ‘stand-in’ girl. As men, it’s our job to take responsibility—Annabelle Winters even carried your child once!”
“That was an accident.” Grace Gordon’s expression was dejected.
Showing this kind of weakness in front of Frederick Fairfax—he was truly hopeless.
His relationship with Olivia Young was over.
“A man who gets drunk is pretty useless. No way Olivia Young would ever buy that. Honestly, Grace Gordon, you’re pretty ruthless, even lying to yourself. I can’t respect that.” Frederick Fairfax’s gaze was full of disdain as he breezed past him.
Grace Gordon stared at Frederick Fairfax’s receding figure. “You still haven’t answered—when did you get together?”
“No need for you to know. Lily says you’re just neighbors!”
Neighbors again!
Once, they were childhood sweethearts. Now, just neighbors.
Grace Gordon slumped against the wall, drained.
He shut his eyes, feeling all his energy draining away.
Why did he even come? He’d only humiliated himself.
Olivia Young and Frederick Fairfax were married now, expecting a child. She was someone else’s wife—no longer his little first love.