Part 2Time Travel with My Husband

A more difficult situation arose.

Under the premise that both parties knew we shared a bed just last night, how could I continue to pretend to be Julian's girlfriend as if nothing happened?

Caleb's advice was simple: "Break up."

I protested in a low voice:

"He and I are still in the honeymoon phase, how could he accept a cliff-like breakup!"

I remember this gathering happened when I had been dating Julian for six months.

Not long ago was his birthday.

That day, he held me and made a wish sincerely:

"Baby, would you be willing to meet my friends? Everyone knows I'm dating, but no one knows who my girlfriend is, not even my best friend. I want to introduce you to them, can you fulfill this wish for me?"

I was bewitched and finally agreed.

Caleb said indifferently: "You're going to break up sooner or later anyway."

True.

My relationship with Julian was destined to end in a breakup.

But does a love with a bad ending mean the process can't be enjoyed?

I shook my head: "Not breaking up yet."

"Then what about me?" Caleb asked.

To be honest, I hadn't thought about it either.

If Caleb and I were a deeply affectionate, inseparable newlywed couple, then abandoning Julian to choose him would be the natural course of action.

But the problem was, we weren't.

A flash marriage, taking what we needed from each other.

I shouldn't have to be responsible for Caleb now, three years before we had any relationship, right?

Caleb sneered: "Harper, good for you."

"Wait wait wait!"

I subconsciously grabbed him, pleading softly, "Let me think about it."

I indeed didn't need to be responsible for Caleb three years ago.

But what if we travel back?

Traveling here was without warning, what if one day we travel back without warning... facing the newlywed husband Caleb then, wouldn't I be dead meat?

I pondered for a long time and made up my mind:

"I will break up, but you have to give me some time."

Caleb: "Heh."

While we were talking, the protagonist of the night, Julian, returned.

He didn't sit between Caleb and me, but instead put his arm around my shoulder, leaning over me to talk to Caleb.

This posture.

Instead, it pulled the distance between him and me closer.

Julian wasn't behaving while talking either, occasionally winking at me, his face full of happy smiles.

Caleb looked over several times.

Probably finding it an eyesore, he finally couldn't bear it anymore, stood up and said: "Change seats."

Seats rearranged.

Caleb sat in the very middle.

Julian didn't mind and continued talking to him about the gossip he just heard.

Bored, I started peeling lychees from the fruit platter.

One after another.

The flesh was plump and juicy, I couldn't stop eating.

Suddenly, I felt a light touch on the skin of my outer thigh.

My skirt was short.

The touch of cool fingertips sliding across my skin spread绵绵 to the bottom of my heart.

I looked up and met Caleb's eyes.

Taking advantage of Julian drinking water, he mouthed silently: "Eating so much? Forgot who was crying about a stomachache last time?"

I shivered.

I didn't dare eat the one I just peeled.

Unknown when, Julian came over, bit the lychee off my fingertips, and sat down beside me carelessly.

Mumbling with his mouth full: "Lychees peeled by wifey are the sweetest!"

The atmosphere stagnated.

For some reason, I didn't dare look at Caleb's eyes.

...What is this feeling of having an affair on both sides!

I was really scared of this Shura field (complex relationship drama), racking my brains to think of a countermeasure.

Before I could think of one.

Caleb beside me spoke first, his voice cold:

"Who is your wifey?"