"I’m right here."

Olivia Young answered softly.

The small living room door pushed open from outside. Frederick Fairfax stepped in wearing a crisp white shirt and a black vest, perfectly highlighting his broad shoulders, narrow waist, and long legs. That air of easy confidence and elegance he naturally possessed meant that even standing next to Grace Gordon—the original novel’s leading man—he didn’t lose out one bit.

She knew her taste was top-tier.

She’d picked a dad with excellent genes for her baby.

Frederick Fairfax sat down beside Olivia Young. She naturally leaned into his arms. "Hubby, is the baby settled?"

"Settled. Not crying anymore."

Frederick Fairfax wrapped an arm around her soft waist and looked up. "Mr. Gordon, long time no see. Dropping by so early for New Year’s greetings—got someplace to be? Off to visit your little stand-in’s hometown?"

Honestly.

He wasn’t wrong.

In the original story, Grace Gordon really had gone to Annabelle Winters’s hometown for New Year’s.

In those classic angsty CEO romances, if the heroine had a humble background she’d always get a plotline where the hero had to experience civilian life—showing him a world he’d never touched before. That’s when her gentleness and kindness would really get through to him, making his affection bloom.

Olivia Young picked up a strawberry and fed it to Frederick Fairfax. "Is that so? Then let me wish you both a safe trip in advance."

His wife was feeding him!

The strawberry was so sweet.

His wife was even sweeter.

Frederick Fairfax was basically floating with joy.

"That’s not happening!" Grace Gordon snapped, expression icy. "Frederick Fairfax, could you stop making things up?"

"Sorry~"

Frederick Fairfax apologized quickly—his good mood made even that sound playful and insincere.

He remembered back when Olivia Young’s bottled water had only ever been handed to Grace Gordon.

But now the tables had turned!

Yu Yue was feeding strawberries right to his lips.

His lips!

Even childhood sweethearts didn’t get that privilege!

He was pretty sure Olivia Young had never gone so far as to open a water bottle and hand it to Grace Gordon either.

At least, not in his memory.

"Here’s how I see it: You looked pretty lonely alone, and after Annabelle Winters’s miscarriage you seemed so agitated—so I figured, maybe you two were dating. Grace Gordon, you’re not thinking of walking away from responsibility, are you?" Frederick Fairfax shot him a mocking glance. "Honey, thank goodness you didn’t marry him."

Grace Gordon took a deep breath—just had to bring up the sore spot.

He had no idea Frederick Fairfax could be this annoying!

What on earth did Olivia Young see in this guy?

Grace Gordon said in a low voice, "I’ve taken responsibility for that incident."

Five million yuan, plus letting Annabelle Winters stay in his luxury penthouse.

"Good—that’s your business with her. No need to reassure us." Frederick Fairfax picked up a strawberry and held it to Olivia Young’s lips, then shouted, "Uncle Lee! See the guest out!"

Lin bo (Uncle Lee) showed up at the door in no time. "Young Master Gu, this way please."

After how quickly Miss and Young Master made up after fighting, and seeing how desperate Frederick Fairfax was to run inside and explain, Uncle Lee was honestly rooting for him.

"Frederick Fairfax, what happens between Annabelle Winters and me is none of your concern."

"That’s where you’re wrong. I am concerned. There’s a reason. You and my wife were childhood friends, and I want you to settle down soon—stop thinking about my wife. Until you get married, I’ll always be on edge. You get that, right?"

Grace Gordon’s face turned dark. He stormed out.

Judging by the way he left, things still weren’t happening between him and Annabelle Winters.

Storyline, oh storyline, when will you finally wrap up?

Can we just skip to the sweet happily-ever-after already?

After Grace Gordon left, Frederick Fairfax cozied up to Olivia Young. "Honey, that night you went to the dinner party—was it love at first sight for me?"

"Nope."

"If it hadn’t been me, would you have gone home with someone else?" Frederick Fairfax pulled her onto his lap. "Lily, did your heart only flutter because you met me?"

Was it because he had too many fangirls he’d become this cocky?

"I’m very picky with men—I wouldn’t just go home with anyone!" Olivia Young traced his jaw with her finger. "And as for you, don’t tell me you weren’t after my looks and figure. Frederick Fairfax, ours is a two-way street."

"Mhm. Running toward each other, and now we have an adorable little princess—I’m so happy."

Frederick Fairfax leaned in for a kiss.

"No kisses."

"You’re after my looks but won’t even give me a kiss? Olivia Young, are you getting tired of me?"

"As if! I’ve only slept with you once."

"Hey, don’t slander me, it wasn’t just once." Frederick Fairfax gave her waist a squeeze. "At least four times, okay?"

Olivia Young pouted. "I’m counting two at most."

Because… the first two times were over in a flash.

Frederick Fairfax blushed, remembering the way he performed that first night.

So embarrassing.

"Honey~"

"Let’s not talk about that night any more, okay?"

Frederick Fairfax buried his face in her shoulder. "Spare me a little dignity, please."

"How could I hurt your pride? It’s not like I’d ever go around saying ‘Frederick Fairfax can’t do it, his skills are terrible and it’s all talk, no action’. Besides, I’d be laughing at myself as well."

Truly.

She had her pride, too.

"Let’s just say that night never happened. But if you ever repeat that performance, I might just swap you out for a new husband—give Yana a new dad." Olivia Young pressed a red kiss to his cheek. "Don’t let me down."

"I won’t!"

He could only hope he’d live up to that bold promise.

Olivia Young giggled, coaxing him: "Hubby, I believe in you~"

"Then give me another kiss."

Her lips tasted like sugar-sweet strawberries—soft, tender, like biting into jelly.

At lunchtime, Olivia Young and Frederick Fairfax went out hand in hand.

Just looking at their lips, it was obvious they’d been sneaking kisses in the sitting room.

No one could bear to watch!

Absolutely no one.

Quentin Young snorted—he was so annoyed he decided not to pick out fish bones for his sister at lunch today.

If he didn’t do it, the job would go to Frederick Fairfax.

He remembered how Frederick Fairfax used to look down on him for currying favor.

A full-grown man, needing someone to peel his shrimp, pick his fish bones, and cut up his steak. Spoiled, much?

But now he got it. There was joy in doting on someone. Even a faint sense of accomplishment.

See? He really took care of Olivia Young.

It felt pretty great!

Not long after lunch, Grandfather Feng and Frederick Fairfax’s parents arrived.

Now that their son, daughter-in-law, and granddaughter were all spending New Year’s at the Young family home, of course the whole family had to be together.

So everyone came.

There really wasn’t much left for Olivia Young to do as a mom—except for breastfeeding, she could do whatever she liked.

Pure bliss.

It wasn’t until evening that Frederick Fairfax finally got a call from Ian Hope.

Those rumors about Olivia Young’s child not being his, but Grace Gordon’s, had been spread by anonymous overseas social media accounts—they couldn't track down the source yet.

As for who had signed them up for the Divorce Show—it was Zachary Shaw.

"Zachary Shaw? Is he out of his mind?!"

Frederick Fairfax’s face darkened and he called Zachary Shaw.

Heh.

No answer.

He called Leonard Holmes instead—they were on good terms. Sure enough, Leonard Holmes told him where Zachary Shaw was.

Frederick Fairfax grabbed his coat and went into the bedroom, dropping a kiss on Olivia Young’s cheek. "Honey, I’m heading out for a bit."

Olivia Young replied mildly, "Go ahead."

"Aren’t you going to ask where I’m going?"

"We may be married, but you’re free to do what you want. If you’d like to tell me, you will. If not, that’s your business—I wouldn’t force you either way."

Frederick Fairfax stroked her hair. "You’re making me feel like you don’t love me. You don’t even care where I go—or if there’ll be women!"

"You’re just being unreasonable now."