106 Probable Future (2/2)

”Don't you mean to say: for the rest of your life?”

I question. I didn't tell her about my mastery over time in any details, but it is fairly easy to figure out after witnessing what I can do. Undoing time and resurrecting the dead imply my immortality.

”I don't think anyone can outlive you, Maximilien Maxwell. And I don't think you will let me or anyone choose no matter what. It is simply who you are, deep down inside. Everything and everyone must be within your control, and if they are not, you will seek to control them at any cost. Isn't that right?”

Sandra rests upon my chest once more, hearing my heartbeat.

Is she psychoanalyzing me?

I do not seek to control everyone. Just everyone important to the grand plan. Otherwise, it would take too much time, not to mention the pointlessness of it all.

”But as long as you make time for me, I am happy. It is all I can really hope for, isn't it? That is the only real choice I have. The only choice that I have. If that is the only choice, I will choose it willingly rather than be manipulated into it. But promise me that I will always have a place in your heart.”

Sandra requests as she closes her eyes. She does understand her current position, and she did have a lot of time to think about everything that had happened.

I smile and wrap my arms around her again. I do like people who are smart and can see more than just the surface.

”I promise, Sandra Bullock. You will always have a place in my heart regardless of whatever happen. I will be by your side, now and until the end of time.”

Sandra didn't response. She remains resting on my chest, listening to my rhythmic heartbeat. It is quite peaceful to her. I am at ease as well.

”Tell me more about the future? My future, Max. The future that I choose.”

Sandra requests when we both are finally relaxing on a couch.

”How about I show you it, Sandra?”

I answer with a question of my own. Before she could response a temporal bubble manifests in front of us.

While I mainly use the bubble to peer into the past and steal thing from the past, it can be used to see the future, but as the future is constantly changing, it is very difficult to pinpoint relevant things unless I am there in person.Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please clickfor visiting.

Sandra stares unblinkingly at the temporal bubble, seeing several children running around in the same living room as she is currently in. She is there too – an older version of her. More mature and far more refined. Her hair is much longer, darkened.

I dub that Sandra, Future-Sandra to differentiate from the Sandra of now.

”Mum! Mum! Dad just tell us that he will take us to Venus to see Elise again! Can we go, mum? Please, can we go?”

Her young daughter calls out. The girl's eyes glimmer with hopes.

”Yeah, can we? I want to see the elves again. Their magic is awesome! Also, I want to go hunting with them again!”

The boy adds. The youngest of the three children didn't speak up and let her two older siblings do all the work for her. Her eyes, however, show that she too wants to go the Venus.

Future-Sandra smiles at her children and tells them that they will all go to Venus, together. The three children are super excited. They also ask if they can take other step brothers and sisters as well.

Although Sandra is unsure of what her children are talking about, she is tearfully moved as she watch the scene plays out in the bubble. The future is not set in stone, but it is the most probable future. She has children, her own children, and she can guess who their father.

”Heh… well, here is the thing, Sandra. Once you know the future, the future has already been changed, so it isn't going to be like that, honestly.”

I point out and dissipate the temporal bubble. It is not actually a good thing to keep looking into the future, wishing for it to happen instead of actually working towards it. I make sure Sandra understands this.

Honestly, I didn't know about the Venus part, although I did have a thought of dumping the dark elves there, once I have finished terraforming the planet. But this only happens if there is no suitable planet in Azula universe.

”Are you saying that we won't have any children, Mr. Maxwell?”

Sandra questions. Her eyes glare at me. If staring could kill, I think I might be dead.

”No. I didn't mean that part. We definitely will. A dozen or so.”

I response hastily. What the hell did I just say to someone who desperately wants to have children and start a family? Eh!? Shit. Time to reverse time?

”A dozen, huh?”

Sandra walks her finger up my legs all the way to junior. Her gaze remains unbroken from me, as I feel I just dig myself a hole.

”From what I just saw, it is about 5 or 6 years in the future. A dozen in that amount of time is impossible for anyone but you, Max. But, I suppose, we should get started working towards that.”

Her hand cups my manhood and gives it a tight squeeze as I sink into the couch. She is now hovering over me like a succubus out for semen.

”Please be gentle.”

I gulp.

It could be worst, I suppose.