The scene was utter chaos.

Both the He and An families had been detained. The others, too, weren’t allowed to leave—everyone had to stay to answer questions.

Mr. Winters was hurling curses at Annabelle Winters, calling her unfilial.

Olivia Young, on the other hand, couldn’t help but feel a bit pleased. In the original novel, Annabelle Winters didn’t seem to wake up to reality this early.

Wait a second. Did she ever wake up in the original? In those old-school web novels, the heroine would be burdened by her complicated family for ages.

As Olivia Young and Frederick Fairfax were leaving, she shot a cool glance at John Cook, who was waiting off to the side. A chill ran down her spine. Not a good sign.

After they got in the car, Frederick Fairfax took off his suit jacket and draped it over Olivia Young’s shoulders. He then pulled her gently onto his lap, nestled his head on her shoulder, and nuzzled her softly. With both arms tightly around her waist, he said hoarsely, “They actually dared to kidnap you! I won’t let them get away with this!”

“Mhmm. The law won’t let them go either.”

“Lily~” Frederick Fairfax twirled a corner of her wedding dress between his fingers. “This cheap fabric is so not worthy of my wife!”

“Let me help you rip it off, okay, honey?”

What was he even thinking?

“Not here, we’re in a car. Be sensible.”

“I can’t help myself. I’m so worried about you! You don’t know how scared I was.” Frederick Fairfax’s voice was thick with tears. He gently stroked her fingers with his left hand.

If he hadn’t considered the Fairfax family’s reputation, he would have lost control back there. But he couldn’t. He was a public figure. There were so many things he simply couldn’t do. All he could do was rely on the law.

Olivia Young felt warm droplets on her skin—Frederick Fairfax was actually crying.

“Don’t cry, now, don’t cry.”

“Wife~”

Was this normal? She was the one who’d been kidnapped, nearly forced into a sham marriage—and she hadn’t shed a tear. Meanwhile, Frederick Fairfax was already a mess. And now she had to comfort him. Who exactly was the victim here?

Olivia Young gripped his hand, her fair fingers weaving between his. Still, he kept sniffling quietly.

Looks like she’d have to bring out her secret weapon.

She pinched his cheek and took the initiative to kiss him.

Frederick Fairfax’s sobs were silenced by the sweet press of her lips. He froze in surprise, then quickly turned the tables—hugging his wife close and covering her in kisses.

The driver knowingly rolled up the privacy divider, leaving the backseat enclosed.

“Mmph~”

“Is that enough?”

Olivia Young's lips were red and tender, her gaze blurred. Her palm rested against his neck, and she could feel his pulse racing.

“Not even close!”

“Frederick Fairfax!”

Was she supposed to scold him?

Frederick Fairfax leaned in, whispering by her ear, “I need to check—make sure my wife isn’t hurt…”

What a jerk!

She was about to curse him out when Frederick Fairfax suddenly produced a bag with new clothes inside. He really had it all figured out. She desperately didn’t want to keep wearing that ruined wedding dress.

Changing clothes in a car wasn’t exactly convenient, especially with Frederick Fairfax watching. When Olivia Young was done, her earlobes were bright red.

His gaze was so intense, never leaving her for an instant—as if he feared she might vanish.

Olivia Young cupped his face, “What’s on your mind?”

“I was thinking about when we should have our wedding,” Frederick Fairfax answered, puppy-like, resting his chin in her palm. “Can we, honey?”

Olivia Young grinned. “Absolutely! Let's throw a huge wedding—a once-in-a-lifetime, most extravagant kind of wedding!”

She had to do this! She would do everything she could to break free of the original story.

In the novel, Grace Gordon had thrown Annabelle Winters a lavish wedding—by then her family was bankrupt, and she was stuck in a hospital, taking care of her little brother. Miserable.

Suddenly, Olivia Young even felt a rush of anger toward Grace Gordon. How was a so-called ‘vicious supporting character’ supposed to compete against a ‘chosen one’ male lead anyway?

“Yes! I’ll give my wife the biggest, grandest, most spectacular ceremony! Whatever you want, we’ll make it happen!” In Frederick Fairfax’s mind, he saw them walking down the aisle hand-in-hand, happiness all around—and in the background, those hopeless lovesick admirers could only watch from afar.

Olivia Young, feigning a pout, snuggled into his arms and tugged his shirt. “If we have the wedding, will your fans be mad?”

“Honey, we announced our marriage last year. They’ve already accepted that I’m off the market.”

“Perfect! Then let’s do it!”

Frederick Fairfax had no desire to linger in this place full of bad memories. He whisked Olivia Young straight onto a plane out of town.

In first class, Frederick Fairfax quickly fell asleep holding Olivia Young’s hand. She tried to slip her fingers free—he only gripped tighter. Clearly, he hadn’t slept at all from worry. She might as well let him rest properly. If he wanted to hold hands, so be it.

Olivia Young watched him sleep peacefully, feeling a pang of pity for him. He looked so pitiful, having been up all night.

The couple slept soundly on the plane, and by the time they woke up, it was time to get off.

Back home, things were lively. Quentin Young rushed up the moment he saw her.

“Sis!”

“Sis, are you okay?”

“Sis, did they hurt you?”

“Are you feeling unwell? Should we get you checked at the hospital?”

Quentin Young brushed past Frederick Fairfax and circled Olivia Young several times, inspecting her for injuries.

“I’m fine, really.”

Olivia Young caught hold of him, “Take it easy, let me go check on the baby first.”

“Sis!”

Quentin Young looked so aggrieved—he’d just gone on a work trip and returned only to hear his sister had been in trouble. He’d rushed back as soon as he could.

“It’s all your fault!” Quentin Young glared at Frederick Fairfax. “My sister married you, and you didn’t protect her!”

“It wasn’t his fault. Calm down.” Olivia Young let go of his hand.

“How is it not his fault? I heard you were kidnapped because you went to buy him flowers—!”

Well, technically, it did have a little to do with Frederick Fairfax, but the real blame lay elsewhere.

“It’s the bad guys’ fault. If there were no villains, I wouldn’t have gotten hurt, no matter where I went,” Olivia Young said, patting Quentin Young’s arm. “Don’t blame the wrong person.”

Reprimanded by his sister, Quentin Young awkwardly apologized to Frederick Fairfax.

“Right! It’s all because of the bad guys!” he muttered under his breath. “Brother-in-law, this is your one free pass, okay? If you ever let my sister get hurt again, I—I won’t spare… that bad guy!”

But if that ‘bad guy’ turned out to be Frederick Fairfax, he wouldn’t spare him either!

After reassuring her parents and Sir Fairfax that she was safe, Olivia Young went upstairs.

The baby seemed to sense her presence—she’d been lying quietly in bed, but the moment Olivia Young walked in, she started wailing and knocked out her pacifier.

“Baby! Mom’s home.”

Olivia Young picked up her little cutie. “Mama’s here, kisses for you. Don’t cry, don’t cry. Are you hungry?”

Her chest felt uncomfortably full, and her little one had clearly missed her. The chubby baby nuzzled against her chest for milk. What a perfect little angel, always so thoughtful.

After nursing, Olivia Young swayed gently with the baby in her arms. The little girl stared up at her, wide-eyed.

“Mom won’t be away from you for so long again, baby.”

Well… maybe not always true. She had to work.

“But I’ll try my best. Next time, I’ll say goodbye before I leave, or maybe I’ll take you with me, or have your dad bring you to the office too.”

Frederick Fairfax came in just in time to hear that last sentence. Striding over, he wrapped Olivia Young and the baby in his arms.

“I want both of you at the company with me, right where I can keep my eyes on you.”

This had never happened before. Frederick Fairfax never thought that in this modern age of law and order, kidnapping was still possible.

Olivia Young smiled and gently declined, “No way, I’m not planning on changing jobs just yet.”