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.

luck,” Carlisle said with a wide grin.

haven’t noticed,” Wanda replied.

could I have met

flatter me, aren’t you?” Wanda blushed,

that hurts!”

pinch hard!” Wanda blinked innocently.

it for me, and it’ll

you’re trying to trick me again!” Wanda

arrived at a

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

recalled Yuriel promoting Retrovintique in

an elderly man with sharp

while using a traditional–looking fan

pot of tea was steeping, filling the air with its aromatic

The

them. When he saw two youngsters before him, he lost. The cheapest item in my shop

cover,” Carlisle said, tossing

man’s eyes widened when he saw bundles of hundred–dollar bills spilled out from the plastic bag. He sat up abruptly and picked up a stack of money to sniff it.

old man exclaimed, his demeanor changing instantly. He swiftly washed two cups and poured tea for them. With a flattering

pull out a hundred thousand at such a young age clearly marked Carlisle as a rich kid, a fact that the antique street loved.

the money and asked with a smile, “Do you

boast, but my shop has the best and the most paintings on

the whole street!”

Carlisle inside, the old man asked, “May I inquire which family you’re from? You dress

modestly.”