Not only does she have no plans to change jobs now, she won’t in the future either.

Though she does like Frederick Fairfax quite a bit—and honestly, she could never get tired of that face.

Plus, he’d dye his hair for a new look, too.

Great actor, and in private, they could play out all kinds of fun roleplays.

Life with him in the future? She doubted it would ever be boring.

But work—that’s another matter.

It’s best to keep work and life separate.

"A little space between us—it keeps things fresh," she mused.

Frederick Fairfax pouted, "No matter how much distance there is, I still find you beautiful."

"Well, I was born beautiful," Olivia Young teased with a smile. "Ever since I was little I’ve always been crowned the school beauty. Can’t say the same for someone who had to fight just to be school hunk."

Frederick Fairfax abruptly moved closer, his handsome face right in front of hers.

"Olivia Young, did you used to vote for Grace Gordon back in school?"

Back then, their classmates would run silly voting games in the online forums.

Olivia Young was always far ahead in the beauty poll.

But for the coveted 'school hunk,' Grace Gordon and Frederick Fairfax were neck and neck every time.

"Did you?"

"How many votes did you give him?"

"Even if we weren’t childhood friends, wasn’t I better looking than Grace Gordon back then? Honestly, I’m better looking than him now, too!"

Olivia Young blinked innocently, "Jealous?"

"No way. Why would I be jealous? I’m just curious, that’s all."

Seeing she didn’t answer, Frederick Fairfax pressed, "Come on, tell me! Put me out of my misery. How many votes did you give him?"

"Zero."

"No way!" Frederick Fairfax shot back instinctively.

Olivia Young turned away to comfort the little one in her arms.

A grin crept onto his lips. "Wait… did you give your votes to me back then?"

"Also zero."

Frederick Fairfax: "..."

"That school poll was just something the clubs put together—no one said you had to vote," Olivia Young said, tapping his cheek. "Back then, I had class during the day and cram school at night. Stuff like voting in those forum polls? Not my thing. And even if I did vote, you two would be neck and neck."

Was that what he cared about—the tie?

No, what he cared about was: Out of the two, whom did Olivia Young find more handsome!

"If you could pick, who would you vote for?"

"You, you, you. Every semester I’d vote for you. Happy?" Olivia Young pressed her lips to his cheek. "Such a child!"

What’s the point of digging up the past?

"Hold on," Frederick Fairfax’s grin nearly split his face as he whipped out his phone to record. "Say it again, for the record."

Was she spoiling Frederick Fairfax too much?

In all those domineering CEO novels, the male leads pamper the female leads. But in her case—well, she was the one who had actively pursued Frederick Fairfax in the first place.

She’d brought him into her life to shake things up.

She only had herself to blame.

Your man, your responsibility.

With Frederick Fairfax’s eager expression trained on her, Olivia Young smiled and said, “If I could go back to my school days, I’d cast my school hunk vote for Frederick Fairfax—because in my eyes, he’s the most handsome of all!”

Frederick Fairfax, perfectly content, posted the audio straight to his WeChat Moments.

Olivia Young wandered around with their baby in her arms. "Your dad is so childish. Sweetie, make sure you don’t fall for someone so childish when you grow up."

The second Frederick Fairfax made that post, everyone piled on with snarky comments.

[Well, well, look who’s still school hunk~]

[Living the dream, huh.]

[I don’t buy it; this has got to be AI.]

[Totally! Back in the day, didn’t Olivia Young and Grace Gordon grow up together? She’d never have voted for you!]

[This is unfair. I was in the running too, you know! After you guys graduate, can Olivia Young vote for me?]

[Sis-in-law, vote for me!!!]

All that teasing—really, it just means they’re jealous.

(ˉ▽￣～) Hmph~

Not that he’d completely let it go. Maybe because they still hadn’t held the wedding.

Should he invite them when the time comes…?

No way.

At the baby’s hundred-days banquet, they’d already all crowded in for group photos.

If he invited them to the wedding, and they jostled for pictures with the bride, how would anyone tell who the groom was supposed to be—him or that whole pack?

They’d all be in tuxes and white shirts for the wedding. Anyone walking by would think Olivia Young was marrying them all at once!

Can’t risk that. But if they don’t show up and he can’t flaunt his love in person, how will he drive the love rivals away?

So troublesome.

Night fell.

The baby had a nanny watching her this evening.

Olivia Young sank into a comforting bath and stepped out, face mask on, feeling utterly relaxed.

Under the soft glow of the lamps, Frederick Fairfax appeared before her, wrapped in a towel—those sharply defined abs on full display, droplets of water rolling slowly down.

Temptation incarnate.

The mood was perfect.

She’d be doing Frederick Fairfax a disservice not to take full advantage of those abs.

Olivia Young walked over, fingers tracing his sculpted stomach.

Ah, she was living the good life.

In the original novel, she’d never had such blessings. All she did was chase after Annabelle Winters, beg for Grace Gordon’s love, and let her family pressure him into an engagement.

Back in the original story, she wasn’t a fangirl—much less of Frederick Fairfax.

So really, the heroine had great taste.

She chased stars. She liked Frederick Fairfax.

And Frederick Fairfax, by every measure, was remarkably outstanding.

Olivia Young let her hands roam across his abs, fingers dipping to the edge of his towel, gently hooking beneath.

She looked up, meeting Frederick Fairfax’s smoldering gaze, his ragged breath stirring in her ear.

"Wife~"

"Wife~"

His voice was husky, hot breath brushing her cheek. "Go on, wifey~"

Olivia Young pulled her fingers back. "Wait till I finish this face mask—then I’ll come take care of you."

"Wife, you can play with me even with your mask on—just saying."

Well... fair enough.

They’d only been apart one day, but the worry and fear of losing her had driven Frederick Fairfax half out of his mind. He wanted to hold her tight, fuse her into his very bones.

He kept her up nearly all night—it was exhausting.

Half-asleep, Olivia Young murmured, "If you’re like this again tomorrow, you’ll be banished to the guest room."

Frederick Fairfax kissed the back of her neck. "Tomorrow you can rest, I promise. You know me—I can hold back."

Last year, when she was pregnant and teasing him relentlessly, he still managed to be a gentleman.

But sleeping apart from his wife?

No way!

Not only did he refuse to sleep in separate rooms, he insisted on spooning, sticking close to his wife all night.

The next day.

Olivia Young stayed home with their daughter.

Strolling through the garden with the baby in her arms, she admired the flowers until a servant came to announce Annabelle Winters had come to visit.

"Let her in."

"Yes, ma’am."

Annabelle Winters handed ten-plus gifts to the servant and, guided by her, made her way to the garden.

The sunshine was perfect. Olivia Young stood there in a pale lavender dress, her long hair down, gently patting her daughter. She seemed to glow with a soft radiance.

So beautiful.

"Miss Young, I’m so sorry!"

Olivia Young shook her head slightly. "There’s no need to apologize—you did nothing wrong. It was your father, the Hart family, and those others who enabled them. If you’re not here to plead your father's case, then you’re more than welcome here."

"I’m not—he deserves everything coming to him!" Annabelle Winters's eyes were resolute. "A man like that should have gone to jail ages ago. I’m just sorry you were hurt."

"If you hadn’t wandered into the flower boutique, I would have been the one kidnapped. I’d probably be forced into a marriage by now. You’re like my savior."

Of course, in the original story, the heroine would have been rescued by the male lead or the love interest—that’s how these things go.

But Annabelle Winters didn’t know that.

From her perspective, calling her a savior wasn’t wrong.

Olivia Young’s eyes sparkled. "Well… would you like to hear a little advice from your so-called savior?"