“Still not convinced?” Frederick Fairfax swept his gaze over them coolly. “Of course Yuèyuè chose me because I’m better looking than all of you.”

Leonard Holmes pouted. Yeah, sure, he’s handsome. But with all those fans—and love rivals—it’s not exactly an advantage, is it? He only dared to mutter complaints in his heart.

“President Feng, who Miss Young chooses is up to her. We have no right to interfere. We just want to see her happy.”

“Exactly! We don’t have any hidden agenda. She was our goddess in high school. She’s married now, and we just want to know if she’s doing well!”

“You’re cornering me here. She’ll be sad if her husband doesn’t come home.” Frederick Fairfax stepped away.

“Bro, you’ve been drinking. You can’t drive. I’ll hitch a ride with you tonight,” Leonard Holmes hurried after him.

“I’m not going home tonight.”

“But you just said you were going home to keep your wife company!” Leonard Holmes clenched his fists, itching for a fight.

Everyone else felt the same. A different face in public and in private… They never expected Frederick Fairfax to be this way!

“Yeah, lately I’ve been staying at your sister-in-law’s place—her parents' house.” Frederick Fairfax patted Leonard Holmes’s shoulder. “Let the driver pick you up, or call a rideshare.”

If he didn’t show off a little tonight, what was even the point of coming out?

Leonard Holmes’s envy was off the charts. “You get to stay at her place…” None of them had ever even been there!

“Can I stay over at her place too?” Leonard Holmes’s eyes sparkled.

Seeing that, Frederick Fairfax thought: if he actually let these guys meet her tonight, he didn’t deserve to be Yuèyuè’s husband.

“Get lost! Don’t make me slap you.”

Leonard Holmes slumped against the wall, totally deflated. The others shook their heads as well. At least Leonard Holmes still had a chance of seeing her. The rest didn’t even have that.

On the way home, a heavy ache pressed on Frederick Fairfax’s chest. His heart twinged again and again.

His wife had always been everyone’s darling, a girl impossible to forget after meeting her as a teenager.

Even he still remembered the sight of Olivia Young in her school uniform, hair in a ponytail, handing a bottle of water to Grace Gordon—her hair flying, her eyes shining like stars. That moment had been the very embodiment of youthful beauty.

Too bad! He hadn’t been the one she gave water to.

If he could go back, he’d shamelessly ask her for a bottle too. He saw there had been another one in her hand.

When Frederick Fairfax got home, Olivia Young was still awake. His heart softened. “Were you waiting up for me?”

“No, just finished feeding the baby,” Olivia Young answered with a yawn. “And I took a call from Zachary Shaw.”

“What did he say?”

“He apologized. Said he was the one who signed us up for the Divorce Show.”

According to Zachary Shaw, he’d been feeling as if some invisible force was controlling him lately—thoughts of breaking them up constantly on his mind.

Olivia Young understood immediately. This had to be the Plot God (an in-universe force causing melodrama) at work.

Stupid thing! Did it think that after she, the ‘vicious ex-wife,’ divorced Frederick Fairfax, she was going to go pester Grace Gordon again? Absurd!

A truly vicious ex-wife could still harass men even after getting married!

She had awakened to her own will and decided to steer clear of the old plot. She’d rather die than go chasing after Grace Gordon.

While she mused, Frederick Fairfax sat down at the bedside—his strikingly handsome face inches away from hers, his fingers brushing her cheek. A storm of complex feeling smoldered in his eyes.

“You went to see Zachary Shaw tonight.”

“So you two are still in touch!” In an instant, Frederick Fairfax switched from pitiful to furious.

“Come on, we’re in the same circle. I can’t just cut people off because they used to like me, right?” Olivia Young nudged his forehead with hers. “Go shower.”

No need to cut ties. But a little public display of affection… that was absolutely required.

“Don’t go to sleep yet, honey.”

“What now?”

“I’ll shower right now.”

Frederick Fairfax finished so quickly that Olivia Young doubted he’d even gotten clean—barely ten minutes later, he was out, wrapped in a towel.

He climbed onto the bed with his phone. “Let’s take a selfie, wife.”

“And then?”

“I want to post it on my Moments! Not in a private group—public for everyone to see!” Tonight had clearly gotten to him.

Not only that—he wanted to change his profile background to a pretty snap of Yuèyuè, and even update his name and avatar to reflect his relationship status.

Nestled in his broad arms, Olivia Young asked, “I get showing off for social media, but why are you shirtless?”

Frankly, she found him more appealing in a suit—cold and restrained, oozing charm. Shirtless selfies just looked trashy, as if he wanted people to get the wrong idea.

Frederick Fairfax’s mind was definitely in the gutter. “Setting the *mood*?”

Everybody knew she’d just given birth, still in postpartum recovery. Nobody would buy this little performance as genuine intimacy.

“Who on your Moments wants to see you shirtless, hugging me? Lucky you’re an actor, not a director. If you made movies, I doubt they’d turn out any good.” As she spoke, her hand slid over his defined abs.

Wow. That was a good feel. Amazing!

Frederick Fairfax’s lips curled into a small smile. “So I’m not allowed to take a selfie, but you can touch me?”

“You’re already undressed. I’d be letting you down if I didn’t at least appreciate the abs you’ve been working so hard on,” Olivia Young said with both hands now exploring his abs.

Such good skin. Those rock-hard muscles… She didn’t just want to touch, she wanted to *look* too. The lines were absolutely flawless.

“Babe, you’re an actor. If your role calls for you to bare your chest or abs, that’s fine. But in daily life? Only I get to see. Outside, I prefer you buttoned up and dressed to the nines.”

Her delicate fingertips traced along the lines of his abs. Frederick Fairfax’s breathing deepened, his eyes going hazy. The white towel at his waist barely clung on—pull it down just a little more, and things would get real interesting.

Wait, what? Was he actually starting to look forward to this?

“Yuèyuè~”

“Yuèyuè, don’t play favorites~”

Olivia Young straddled his lap. “What do you mean?”

Frederick Fairfax glanced downward, full of implication. “You’re only interested in my top half?”

“What’s to touch on your lower half? Just your legs. These two…” With a flourish she flipped the blanket open. “You don’t even take care of your leg hair—it’s all rough and prickly.”

Was she really talking about his *legs*? Olivia Young played dumb. Wicked, absolutely wicked!

That one night, she’d managed to hide things until Yana was born. If it weren’t for Frederick Fairfax’s post outing them, Quentin Young wouldn’t have found out, and she’d have kept it up. What a bad woman!

There she was, running her hands over him, stoking the fire—then when she was satisfied, she just rolled over and went to sleep.

Frederick Fairfax sighed inwardly but endured. Olivia Young wasn’t going to be in postpartum forever.

Long nights ahead, his wife right beside him, but he just couldn’t settle down.

The next morning, when Frederick Fairfax woke, the bed next to him was empty. Yuèyuè had slept too much during the day, so she naturally woke earlier at night. That was normal. It definitely wasn’t because *he* was lacking in stamina.

Since his wife liked him suited up, Frederick Fairfax headed to the dressing room and put on his sharpest suit and a skinny black tie. From head to toe, he was absolutely impeccable.

He stepped out: “Baby~”

“Dad’s up!”

Olivia Young looked up from holding their little one, locking eyes with the perfectly-dressed Frederick Fairfax.

She was instantly stunned. The spark in her eyes went out in a flash.

There he stood, all polished perfection in his suit. And her? Messy pajamas, hair a wild tangle, exhausted from nursing—completely drained of life.

Whoever said motherhood is bliss must’ve never had kids themselves!

“Morning, honey!” Frederick Fairfax greeted her enthusiastically.

Yeah, right!

Olivia Young shoved the baby into his arms, spun around, and slammed the door—leaving father and daughter stranded outside together.