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.

had good luck,” Carlisle said with a

haven’t noticed,” Wanda

could

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

that hurts!” Carlisle winced.

didn’t even pinch hard!” Wanda blinked

okay. Just massage it for me, and it’ll be fine,” Carlisle

you’re trying to trick me again!” Wanda blushed and turned her head away.

chatted, they arrived at a shop

saw the sign board with the gleaming golden letters

Yuriel promoting Retrovintique in

man with

hand while using a traditional–looking fan

was steeping, filling the air with its aromatic scent. Meanwhile, an old–fashioned radio played

The

before him, he lost. The cheapest item in my shop costs at least 10

cover,” Carlisle said, tossing the plastic bag

the plastic bag. He sat up abruptly and picked up a stack of

changing instantly. He swiftly washed two cups and poured tea for them. With a flattering smile, he said, “Ah, the magpies‘ cheerful chirping this morning was

out a hundred thousand at such a young age clearly marked Carlisle as a rich kid, a fact that the

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

“Not to boast, but my shop has the best and the most paintings on

the whole street!”

man asked, “May I inquire

modestly.”