Back to the Past: Breaking the Love Spell

Chapter 102

Carlisle felt like he was taking candy from a kid as he looked at Wanda’s extravagant pocket money. He chuckled. “Since you’re giving me all your pocket money, what will you live on?”

“I still have my savings and living expenses,” Wanda replied with a playful smirk.

Carlisle teased with a playful grin, “Looks like I’ve hit the jackpot with my rich lady here. I guess I can kick back and let you take cate of me from now on!”

“Sure, if y

don’t mind the gossip.” Wanda retorted with a chuckle.

Carlisle gently tapped Wanda’s nose. “I don’t want to live off you.

After checking out of the hotel, Carlisle took Wanda to an antique street by car.

The street was adorned with buildings dating back to the Eduarian era, while both sides teemed with farmers sporting patched clothes and straw hats.

In reality, these farmers were all actors. Dressed in modest vintage attire, they skillfully created the impression that their antiques had been unearthed from rustic villages or mountainous regions.

Holding onto Carlisle’s sleeve, Wanda whispered, “Carlisle, you’re not planning to buy antiques, are you?” “Why else would I be here?” Carlisle raised an eyebrow.

“Do you know about antiques? My grandfather has been in the business for over 30 years and still gets fooled

“Do you believe in luck?” Carlisle asked with a smile.

“Nope!” Wanda shook her head.

always had good luck,” Carlisle

haven’t noticed,”

could I have met

me, aren’t you?” Wanda blushed, giving Carlisle

that hurts!”

pinch hard!” Wanda blinked

Just massage it for me,

Wanda blushed and turned her head away.

arrived at

raced as he saw the sign board with the gleaming golden letters of “Retrovintique.” This

Retrovintique in his Interview.

man with sharp

in his left hand while using a traditional–looking fan to Intermittently

the coffee table nearby, a pot of tea was steeping, filling the air with its aromatic scent. Meanwhile, an old–fashioned radio played a

The

two youngsters before him, he lost. The cheapest item in

its cover,” Carlisle said, tossing the

hundred–dollar bills spilled out from the plastic bag. He sat up abruptly and picked up

poured tea for them. With a flattering smile, he said, “Ah, the magpies‘ cheerful chirping

age clearly marked Carlisle as a rich kid, a fact that

away the money and asked with a smile, “Do you have any good paintings?”

said, “Not to boast, but my

the whole street!”

Carlisle inside, the old man asked, “May I

modestly.”