After making his threats alone, Frederick Fairfax picked up the paternity test report and grinned like an idiot.

Yes!

She’s mine!

She’s my kid!

My wife!

The baby is my own flesh and blood.

I’m not the stepdad!

I’m the real dad. The real dad!

Let’s see who still dares to laugh at me now.

Grace Gordon? Out!

All those other pathetic admirers? Out!

Olivia Young, oh Olivia Young!

She really is a master at deception.

She, she…

Was she hinting at him, instead of lying, all those times?

Overwhelmed by his joy, Frederick Fairfax was practically dazed; but as he calmed down and thought it over, that’s exactly how it was.

Olivia Young had said more than once, 'Your kid, your kid…'

Such a blatant hint!

Did Lily think he was an idiot?

Heavens, this is embarrassing!

Frederick Fairfax, always so proud of his smarts, almost wanted to cry for his own foolishness these past few months.

Why hadn’t he recognized it sooner?

Olivia Young was pregnant—and he had the morning sickness.

She always smiled so happily.

Obviously, he was having sympathy pregnancy symptoms for her!

Frederick Fairfax carefully slipped the report into the drawer.

Now, it was his turn to find Olivia Young and make her pay.

She’d duped him for so long—he was owed a little sweetness now.

On the way from the study to the master bedroom, Frederick Fairfax’s grin was unstoppable.

That night, it really was Lily~

Lily even praised his figure~

And the baby is his too.

“Brother-in-law, what are you grinning about? You look downright pervy.”

Quentin Young suddenly appeared before Frederick Fairfax, clutching a baby bottle, his gaze full of curiosity.

“That for the baby?”

“I just sterilized it—are you trying to steal the credit?” Quentin Young hugged the bottle protectively. “We’ve got the baby covered, don’t worry about her. We can’t really help out on my sister’s side, so your job is to be there for her. Take care of her, keep her spirits up—make sure she doesn’t go through postpartum depression. If she’s unhappy, I’ll take both my niece and my sister away—ten times over if I have to!”

“I won’t leave you a single one! Not like she’s actually your daughter anyway!”

Frederick Fairfax’s smile faltered a bit. “What did your sister tell you about the baby’s father?”

“She said he’s out of the picture.”

Prettier women really do make better liars—no joke.

He was clearly alive and well!

“Hey, little bro, is it possible the baby’s father could return from the dead?”

Quentin Young’s eyes sparkled. “If you’ve caught a fever, just sleep by yourself. Don’t go passing it to my sister.”

Frederick Fairfax retorted, “I’m perfectly healthy.”

He felt fantastic, body and soul.

Frederick Fairfax was so happy he almost wanted to hum a tune.

Quentin Young couldn’t shake the feeling that Frederick Fairfax was acting weird tonight.

Better steer clear.

Frederick Fairfax pushed open the master bedroom door. The lighting was soft, the air tinged with a gentle fragrance.

He instinctively lightened his steps.

Olivia Young was lying sideways on the big bed, fast asleep.

Asleep?

But what about all his burning questions, all his pent-up fury—what was he supposed to do now?

What could he do!!

Who was he supposed to share this excitement and happiness with?

He was bursting with energy, overwhelmed by this sudden joy.

He just wanted to talk to someone about it.

Most of all, he wanted to talk to Olivia Young.

And she was sleeping.

Frederick Fairfax slowly crouched beside the bed, quietly staring at Olivia Young’s sleeping face.

His wife, fair skin and beautiful features; rosy lips and perfect teeth; long, curled lashes; lips just begging for kisses; a soft, sweet scent clinging to her.

His wife…

Muah.

He had to steal a kiss.

Frederick Fairfax leaned in, gently placing his warm lips on Olivia Young’s soft cheek. Her lashes fluttered.

He jerked back.

Olivia Young’s eyes slowly opened, dazed and dreamy.

Frederick Fairfax’s heart was thundering in his chest.

“Wah~”

“Hei Mao Cheche!”

“Let me pet you~”

Out of nowhere, two hands fell on Frederick Fairfax’s head, ruffling his hair.

All those questions he’d meant to ask got stuck in his throat.

This wasn’t how it was supposed to go.

Olivia Young had kept him in the dark for so long, hiding the truth.

It was time he fought back.

He would make Olivia Young admit, to his face, that she was the woman who had stolen his innocence that night and then run away!

“You dyed it back already? What if the film needs reshoots?”

Olivia Young hadn’t seen enough of his silver hair yet!

Now he’d obediently changed it just because Grandfather said so?

“There shouldn’t be a problem.”

The shoot had dragged on long enough—it was more likely they’d cut the movie from three to two hours, maybe even down to one.

If there really were any reshoots, he could figure it out then.

Frederick Fairfax stared fixedly at her, grabbing her slender wrist and softly kissing her fingertips.

Olivia Young thought there was something seriously off about Frederick Fairfax tonight.

Like he was sick or something.

Especially the way he looked at her—there was something deep in his gaze she couldn’t quite read.

Almost... as if he liked her even more now.

But they hadn’t even spoken today.

What had happened?

She curled her fingers, “Stop that—no more kisses~”

“You won’t let me kiss you, but you’ll let the baby’s father?” Frederick Fairfax teased, giving her index finger a gentle nip and leaving a faint mark. “Olivia Young, we’re married, you know. You can’t just favor the baby’s dad over me.”

He is the baby’s dad!

Say it!

Say you love him.

Love the baby’s dad.

“You are the baby’s dad~” Olivia Young replied matter-of-factly. “So, what exactly are you trying to do, baby’s dad?”

Listen to that.

Just listen!

Olivia Young used that same tone—so natural, so certain—to mess with his head before, too.

Back then, when she said, ‘Just tell people you’re the biological father,’ she was completely serious.

She had been dropping hints all along.

And he hadn’t picked up on any of it.

He didn’t get it!

Joking to tell the truth—that was truly her specialty.

Olivia Young really had him wrapped around her finger.

“Just a stepdad, not like I can compare to the real father.” Frederick Fairfax said sarcastically, still pressing kisses to her fingers.

She was wrong.

How could she have thought there was tenderness in Frederick Fairfax’s eyes just now?

He was still that same prickly tsundere.

Olivia Young pulled her hand away and wiped it disdainfully on his suit, “You got drool all over me—now how am I supposed to hold the baby with all those germs?”

“Your brother said they’ve got the baby under control. My job is to be with you, take care of you, and make sure you’re happy—no postpartum blues.”

Frederick Fairfax sat at the edge of the bed, gently tucking back her hair. “So, wife, whatever you want to do, I’m here with you.”

Olivia Young sighed, drained. “What can I do? I’m just stuck here in confinement… (Note: traditional post-partum rest)”

“No, you can still tease me like before.”

“So, you want to put on a show for me, is that it? Aren’t you embarrassed?” Olivia Young’s eyes sparkled mischievously.

“What are you talking about? I didn’t catch that.” Frederick Fairfax leaned down, bracing his hands on either side of her.

“A show? For you?” He lowered his head, his nose brushing against her cheek. “Hmm?”

Olivia Young had boldly teased him before because she knew—they’d already shared that fateful night.

She knew he was the father...

But she’d kept him in the dark, left him guessing.

Outrageous. Exasperating.

But so cute.

His wife was just so cute, he’d have to forgive her.

How could she possibly have any bad intentions? She, she...

She was bad!