“I’ve also just checked an e-copy of your marriage certificate. It turns out that the name there isn’t yours. It’s called Benyamin Wilde. So, in this present messed-up timeline, you were never Rebecca’s husband. Not even for a second. You didn’t even get married yet, so…” she brought her lips closer to his cheek. “Wouldn’t it be totally fine if we kiss each other right here and now?” Rye’s words skipped Benjamin’s heartbeat. He turned his head away to his left.

Rye didn’t like that, but she didn’t get upset about it as she was just teasing him.

“I know I’m being a little rude, this is reality, Benny,” Rye added. “You never married anyone in this reality yet. So, why don’t you just let things go and head back home?”

“I would still like to live in this villa,” Benjamin replied softly.

“Benjamin, you are like thunder,” Uzza intervened. “Rye is like lightning. If you get together, your kids are going to be like thunderbolts. How was my poetry?”

“Very mediocre,” Rye commented frankly whil