My Future Husband Wasn't Who I Thought - Chapter 23

One moment, I was nestled in Jonathan’s arms, planning for a second child.

The next, I opened my eyes and found myself back in the dormitory.

In a daze, I answered a morning call.

“Belle, get up quickly. Your dear boyfriend is waiting downstairs with an empty stomach.”

I jolted upright in bed.

Who was this guy possessed by an oily spirit?

Ah, I remembered-it was the scumbag Gavin.

Just thinking about his appearance ten years later made me lose my appetite for three days.

So I dashed downstairs and dumped him in front of everyone.

Then I made a call to Jonathan.

The phone rang for a long time before he picked up, his voice hoarse as he said hello and then fell silent.

I remembered that I had just announced my relationship with Gavin last night.

Clearing my throat, I asked, “Jonathan, what do you mean by posting ‘A glance reveals all, a step is like a heavy city’ on your social media this morning?”

Jonathan’s breath hitched, but he said nothing.

I rolled my eyes-such a reserved man.

“I’ll give you a chance. Don’t ask anything. Just answer me: do you want to have a relationship with me aimed at marriage?”

“Annabelle, I like you, always have.”

“So why didn’t the love letter reach me?”

“You knew?”

I found out ten years later.

“Because that day, I heard you in the classroom saying you would never like Jonathan in this lifetime.”

“…”

The only time I was proud in my life, and it cost me so much.

“Jonathan, actually, I traveled back from ten years in the future. You might not believe it, but ten years later, we’re married.”

“…”

“Yes, we even have a child.”

“…”

This straightforward confession made Jonathan fly back overnight from abroad.

Not only did he solemnly confess to me again, but he also quickly took me home for dinner.

Thus, a year after graduation, Jonathan and I got married and took beautiful wedding photos.

Genevieve praised me as amazing when she was my bridesmaid.

After marriage, Jonathan and I worked hard on our careers and didn’t rush to have children.

Until I was 27.

“Is it today?” Jonathan asked softly in my ear.

I hugged his neck and answered drowsily, “Tommy’s birthday is today.”

Jonathan paused, sweat rolling down his face.

“Belle, there are 12 months in a year.”

I tried to understand his words with my already melted brain.

“Pregnancy lasts ten months.”

He patted my head and said, “So it should be two months later.”

“…”

Twelve months later, I finally gave birth to a lovely baby.

Jonathan named him Thomas.

Across the river of time, amidst miracles that science cannot explain, we meet again and again.

The end.