After changing into suitable clothes, Sarah Bennett's gaze once again fell on the 'electronic attendance register' in the drawer. She reached out and gently tapped the register, but the 《register》 did not activate.

Sarah Bennett regretfully withdrew her finger and softly closed the drawer.

“Next, how should I introduce myself to the current Ethan?” she murmured.

Regarding her existence, the Ethan Foster before the blackout was clearly aware of it...

But the Ethan Foster after the blackout didn’t even have an impression of her ‘name’.

“Come to think of it, human self-introductions are more complicated than I imagined. It’s not as simple as just reporting a code name. If you can’t explain it clearly, it might even be considered a split personality... Although, in the current state, calling it a split personality isn’t far off.” Sarah Bennett quietly walked out of the dressing room.

She gently came to Ethan Foster’s side, gazing at the head she was so fond of, her soft fingers itching to reach out again.

Hmm, the self-introduction can wait until Ethan Foster wakes up. Right now, she had more important things to do.

……

……

In the early morning, a ray of sunlight once again filtered through the curtains, shining onto Ethan Foster’s eyelids.

He slept until after seven in the morning.

No insomnia, and he wasn’t woken by an alarm, so when he woke up, Ethan Foster felt refreshed and full of energy. Aside from his head feeling a bit hot, he was in excellent shape.

This was what it truly felt like to be well-rested.

“Feels good.” He slowly opened his eyes.

The first thing he saw was Chloe Sullivan’s face, very close to his.

—He hadn’t returned to the dormitory, nor did he see the big faces of Henry Clark and Grace Howard, which meant he was still in the ‘three years later’ timeline. He hadn’t gone back to three years ago after a night’s sleep.

Ethan Foster couldn’t even tell if he was happy or disappointed at this moment.

He vaguely felt that maybe he was being a bit shallow, putting beauty before friendship, lacking shame?

Anyway, it was complicated—his feelings were hard to describe.

Also, Chloe Sullivan was so close... Was this the daily couple’s morning greeting?

No...

Ethan Foster felt a firm, hard pen tip moving over his left eyebrow.

There was a small scar on his left eyebrow, a result of his mischievous youth, leaving a tiny gap in his left eyebrow. It was shallow and not obvious unless you looked closely.

So... was Chloe Sullivan drawing his eyebrows for him?

“All done.” At this moment, Chloe Sullivan put away the eyebrow pencil with satisfaction and said, “Now they’re aligned, looks much better.”

Ethan Foster: “……”

OCD?

She didn’t touch up his eyebrow yesterday, did she?

But it was a small thing—maybe just a little couple’s quirk?

Ethan Foster didn’t think much of it.

He smiled warmly and said, “Good morning, Chloe.”

—After confessing to Chloe about his blackout yesterday, he felt much more relaxed facing his wife again, no longer worried about accidentally giving himself away.

“Good morning, Ethan.” Chloe Sullivan replied softly, her smile as radiant as a flower.

Ethan Foster sat up and asked, “Do you have to go to the company today?”

“It’s the weekend, so no.” Chloe Sullivan put away the eyebrow pencil and replied.

No wonder he hadn’t heard the alarm today. Ethan Foster got up to change clothes and casually asked, “What’s for breakfast today?”

“Um, actually, there’s a problem... I don’t know how to make breakfast.” Chloe Sullivan sat on the edge of the bed and spoke up.

Ethan Foster was stunned: “???”

You can’t make breakfast? Then who made breakfast for me yesterday, and even showed off amazing cooking skills at lunch and dinner?

“Because today is the weekend, and on weekends, I’m not Chloe... I’m Sarah Bennett.” The lady sitting by the bed, Chloe, got straight to the point and began to introduce herself.

Ethan Foster instinctively wanted to reach out and feel Chloe’s forehead to see if she was sick. But suddenly, his arm froze: “Sarah Bennett?”

“Yes, and this name is a homophone. Rather than a name, it’s more like... a code name.” Sarah Bennett smiled as she spoke, “And it was you who gave me this homophone.”

“Hmm...” Ethan Foster stroked his chin. This was where having a strong heart came in handy—he wasn’t shocked, but rather calm: “And then?”

“Then, I need to introduce myself, right?” Sarah Bennett sat up straight, becoming serious—she looked just like an emotionless robot in this state.

“First, my profession. I consider myself a first-class researcher. My interests are... hmm, I’ll talk about that later; what I dislike is age. To be precise, it’s not that I dislike it, I just don’t want to bring up the topic, since it’s related to the time when our functions stop; and then I have an obsession, or perhaps a wish.”

“This wish is also my research goal—I want to study ‘supernatural’ abilities, the power of miracles. I want to use it to open the door to the miracle I dream of.”

“In our world, there are things that ordinary physical attacks can’t solve... In that case, let’s use extraordinary power to deal with those things.”