Vernon blinked his eyes, not knowing how to react for a while.
"Why aren't you talking?" Helena asked again.
"What is your age?" He tentatively asked her.
Helena looked at him like he had gone completely crazy.
Then she slowly raised an eyebrow and sneered, "So, now you don't even know how old your wife is? Great husband, indeed!"
"Answer me first," Vernon sighed.
Helena looked at him. She saw that he was seriously waiting for her answer.
Even though she did not understand why he was asking such a question, she decided to answer him, "Thirty-three."
"As expected!" Vernon slumped on the bed. She was the future Helena just like himself.
"When did you come to this age?" He asked her again.
"What do you mean?" Helena was genuinely confused as she did not understand his words at all. "Also, why does this room look so familiar?"
"This is our room from ten years ago. Did you forget?" Vernon answered.
