"Yu Xi Yue!"

Why are you yelling?

"Keep your voice down." Olivia Young shot him a death glare.

Frederick Fairfax’s momentum vanished instantly.

That look from her left him so flustered, he forgot why he’d even come.

This mother-daughter duo had him wrapped around their fingers.

How could he possibly get a divorce?

"Come out here!"

Outside the door, Quentin Young was hollering, "Frederick Fairfax, my sister doesn't want to see you!"

Frederick Fairfax walked up to her. "Do you really not want to see me?"

"No, I don’t."

"I didn’t sign us up for the Divorce Show," Frederick Fairfax rushed to explain. "And all the rumors online—they weren’t from me either. What good would it do for me?"

Olivia Young gently patted her daughter, "It wasn’t you who signed us up?"

"It wasn’t!"

Olivia Young stared at Frederick Fairfax. Should she believe him?

He seemed genuine.

After all, who else would climb the wall just to get in here?

That slightly reddened nose, the messy hair—he looked oddly attractive like this.

"If it wasn’t you, who else would know both our IDs and phone numbers well enough to sign us up for a divorce show? Does that make any sense?" Olivia Young wanted to trust Frederick Fairfax, but this whole thing was so strange.

"Ian Hope is looking into it."

Frederick Fairfax took off his suit jacket, bent down, and carefully cradled his daughter in his arms before sitting beside Olivia Young.

Their baby girl was very used to her father’s scent; her little mouth twitched a few times, and then she drifted right back to sleep.

Their daughter—there’s no faking that blood relation.

"Olivia Young, I hope that next time something like this happens, you’ll talk to me, listen to what I have to say, instead of ignoring my calls and running off to your mom’s with our kid."

"I married you, I didn’t sell myself to you. Why can’t I go back to my own family?" Olivia Young thumped his arm with her fist. "I’ll go if I want. Even if you get down on your knees and beg, I’m not coming home."

"Fine, you won’t go home? Then I’ll just stay with you!"

He wasn’t going home either.

He didn’t dare.

If he went back alone, Grandfather would no doubt whack him with his cane.

The best solution was to stay and be with his wife and daughter.

"Really?"

"I’m not lying to you; but you, on the other hand—" Frederick Fairfax pinched her chin, her skin soft and springy. "Honey, are you hiding anything from me?"

Oh~

There’s plenty I’m hiding from you.

Don’t ask.

If I really told him I was just a two-dimensional (fictional) person, he’d probably cry!

"I..."

His wife was just too cute like this—like a little bunny.

Frederick Fairfax couldn’t help himself and pecked her lips a few times.

"Hey! Who said you could kiss me?"

"Call it payback for the kisses you owe me from before."

That happened months ago; Olivia Young had almost forgotten, but Frederick Fairfax’s memory was annoyingly sharp.

"Even so... isn’t it, like, too fast for us to make up after all that?" Olivia Young clutched her chest. "My heart hurts."

"Let me massage it for you, then?"

Frederick Fairfax was speaking so close their faces nearly pressed together, his breath hot against her skin, every word like a kiss.

Olivia Young’s heart fluttered. The emotional rollercoaster had her pulse racing.

"Waaah~~"

Baby!

Why do you have to cry at a time like this!

"Wuuuh... aaah~~"

Their little one burst into noisy tears, releasing a suspicious smell.

Just like that, the previously tender and romantic mood was shattered.

Olivia Young just pointed.

Frederick Fairfax picked up their baby, stood up, and quietly changed her diaper.

Once he was done, he opened the door.

As expected, Quentin Young was standing right outside.

Frederick Fairfax handed over his daughter and promptly shut the door.

Out in the hallway, Quentin Young and the little one stared at each other in mutual innocence.

True love is between parents; the younger brother and the baby are both accidents.

Fine then!

Looks like he’s doomed to be ‘Uncle of the Year’ for the next ten generations.

"Baby! Stinky baby, you’re mine now!"

"Kyahaha~"

He wanted to snuggle her!

The baby girl pouted, gazing up at him with huge, watery eyes.

"Giving me that look won’t help, kid. I don’t have milk, but Uncle can make you some formula!"

Back in the room, Olivia Young had no idea what was happening. Somehow, she had ended up sitting right on Frederick Fairfax’s lap.

She reached out and gave his abs a playful poke.

Hmm.

Rock hard.

Frederick Fairfax wrapped his arms around her waist. "Honey, you still haven’t answered me—do you have any secrets you’re keeping from me?"

He was giving her the chance to come clean.

Olivia Young, you’d better appreciate it!

Olivia Young wasn’t fazed. "According to social psychology, every person tells two lies a day, and throughout a lifetime, we tell eighty thousand lies. So if there’s something you want to know, just ask me directly."

Giving him the chance to question her, fair and square.

She really wanted to know when Frederick Fairfax started getting suspicious—since he’d even given her a pink wig to ‘test’ her.

A blatant probe if she ever saw one.

Have the guts to test but not to ask outright.

Coward.

She shot him a disdainful look.

"I—I just want to know... do you dislike me now?" Frederick Fairfax put on his best act. "Even though you never say it, you never let me touch you. Is it because you think I’m dirty, that I’ve slept with someone else? The whole internet says a man’s chastity is the best dowry he can offer a bride, but I lost my chastity. I’m not pure anymore, I don’t have 'male virtue'..."

He lowered himself so much that if Olivia Young had any conscience left, she should comfort him, pat his shoulder, and gently tell him that he wasn’t dirty—because that night was with her, that fate brought them together, and even heaven was rooting for them.

"It’s fine, really. I’m a mom myself, aren’t I? It’s the modern era—so what if you’ve been married or had kids before? Lots of people remarry. As long as we’re happy, that’s all that matters." Olivia Young patted him. "I’m not that old-fashioned."

Still not telling him the truth!

He really wanted to shove the paternity test report in her face.

She was exasperating!

"So, the kid’s dad—can I meet him? I really want to thank him in person for giving us our little angel, for making all this possible."

Let’s see how you handle that, Olivia Young!

He was dying to see how she’d produce a ‘kid’s dad’ out of thin air.

"Give me your phone."

Wait, she’s really going to find someone?

Did she set someone up to trick him in advance?

Frederick Fairfax unlocked his phone with his fingerprint and handed it over.

He watched as Olivia Young opened the camera, flipped it to selfie mode, and pointed it at his face.

"Here you go—the kid’s dad! Look all you want!"

Frederick Fairfax hadn’t expected that move.

Should he admit the truth or keep pretending?

It wasn’t the first time Olivia Young had said something like that.

So, Frederick Fairfax played dumb. "Honey, are you trying to say stepfathers are fathers too, and since the day we married, it doesn’t matter who her biological dad is? Little Yana will only ever have me as her father?"

Aren’t you clever.

Exactly!

Olivia Young nestled into his embrace and let her phone fall from her hand.

She was done.

"Honey!"

Wife actively cuddled up to him; Frederick Fairfax was thoroughly satisfied, rubbing against her, relishing the soft warmth of her body.

Olivia Young just wanted to close her eyes and rest for a bit, but Frederick Fairfax’s lips wouldn’t behave—traveling from her cheek to her neck.

He was such a shameless flirt.

"Lily~"

"Lily~"

Ever since his wife got pregnant and needed time to recover, he’d been suffering from major cuddling withdrawal.

Listening to his low, husky voice, Olivia Young’s ears tingled. "Honey, shouldn’t you go handle that divorce show situation first?"

"Please, that’s nothing. I have no clue who was messing around, but the nerve! After all I went through to marry you..."

Olivia Young imitated his old words: "Really? Funny, because I distinctly remember someone saying he’d rather choke to death than marry a pregnant woman and play stepdad. Had to be out of his mind!"

Frederick Fairfax looked embarrassed.

Back then, any guy would have refused at first—he wasn’t really to blame.

But hey, fate has a way with these things.

Knock, knock, knock.

"Sis! Sister!"

Quentin Young’s voice rang out loud and clear from the hallway.