106 Probable Future (1/2)

Sandra Bullock is found in the living room.

She stands by a large window, taking in the peaceful view of the front yard. Flowers and roses of many colors dot the garden and surround the cozy house.

I approach her quietly from behind and then wrap my arms around her body gently, giving her a loving embrace. She is one of my selected actresses after all, and more than that, she is currently my wife.

Therefore, I should act like a husband, especially when we appear to be newly wed due to our current age.

I didn't introduce Sandra as my wife to the real estate agency.

In actual fact, I merely mention to the agency that I will be paying them a visit with a partner. A partner could mean a lot of things, and it isn't really my fault that Lexi just jumps to conclusion when Sandra and I first met in her in her office.

Honestly, I didn't recall Lexi asking for our names when she first introduced herself to us as our agent.

Lexi went straight to business before we could clarify some finer details. That was kind of rude, but I suppose she didn't think much of us at the time.

We are merely her meal ticket like pretty much everyone else in the world. This is because to normal people, her ability could be considered godlike. And I am sure that if she continues to use her ability, someone else aside me will take interest.

It won't end pretty for her in such a case. I am actually the lenience one since I did put her back in one piece after I am done.

Even after all that had happened, Lexi still didn't think much of Sandra. She knows that Sandra is not her biological mother even if I had addressed Sandra as my wife repeatedly.

In her mind, her biological mother must be someone special like me.

Lexi desperately wants to be special, and because of that, my rejection is very devastating.

Although I do admit that Lexi is special because she is the next step in human evolution like Allison is, but she is not important enough for me to warrant any more thought.

I have already acquired what I needed. A bit more researches and I will know how to disable her ability permanently. Can't have her running around and mind controlling everyone anymore.

Furthermore, I think Lexi is better off without her ability. It will teach her some valuable lessons in life. And if for nothing else, she will be able to live into her 80s instead of dying young.

Since Sandra is very pleased with being addressed as Mrs. Maxwell, I didn't correct the misconception. I just go along with it because there are great benefits to be had.

I have learned that when a woman is happy, she will make me happy.

Then we both can be happy, usually in bed together.

”What are you thinking, honey?”

I ask softly while scanning the yard beyond the glass window. There are no ghosts or anything of the sort, haunting this place. It is just natural beauty.

And as far as I am aware, this house is as normal as any other house in the suburb. It is fairly close to Hollywood as well as the company, so it is a perfect home for Sandra… and maybe me.

I will definitely drop by regularly if Sandra allows it.

”The future, Max. I wonder where will I be in a year, a decade time? Who will I be with?”

Sandra answers and cocks her head around. She smiles lightly before nestling her head on my shoulder blades. Knowing that she will forever be alone and die alone really unhinge her. She desperately wants someone to love her and for her to love in return.

”The future is always changing, Sandra, but I promise I will still be here, as your support, in a year from now, in a decade from now, in a century from now. You will never have to be alone unless you wish it to be so.”

I response and tighten my embrace, but not so tight that I am hurting her. I know my own strength. It is inhuman, capable of shattering reinforced concrete. Of course, I have it under restrain most of the tie since I don't want to break thing and people unintentionally.

”As my support… is that all, Mr. Maxwell?”

Sandra questions and shakes her head a little. Her hair brushes against my neck and face, allowing me to take in the pleasant smell of the shampoo she uses.

The shampoo is provided by the Oxford Hotel, just like anything she needed.

”Yes, and perhaps more if you desire it so, but please understand who I am, Miss Bullock. I am not just a man. I am much, much more than that. Therefore, I cannot settle down and be just a man, a family man like you have desired so much.”

I response. My embrace loosens until my arms are no longer around her. Sandra turns around as I give her a smile and take a few steps backwards, creating a gap between us.

”But regardless, I can give you a future, a happy future to the best of my ability. But sadly, that future does not belong only to you. You will have to share it with many others, as they will share it with you in return.”

My hand lifts upwards, and my palms spreads out in front of her.

”It is your choice, Miss Bullock. Here I stand, a certain future with me by your side or an uncertain one with just you and another, perhaps happier, but I do not know for sure at the moment.”

Sandra narrows her eyes and then shakes her head.

”It has never been my choice, Max. It never is, not since I first met you at that audition. Although it is not directly your fault for what had happened, it is still your fault, isn't it? And I will make sure you pay for it for the rest of my life.”

Sandra takes my hands and closes the distance before continuing speaking.