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.

good luck,” Carlisle said with a wide grin.

noticed,” Wanda

luck, how could I

to flatter me, aren’t you?” Wanda blushed, giving Carlisle a pinch on his waist.

that hurts!”

even pinch hard!” Wanda blinked innocently.

okay. Just massage it for me,

to trick me again!” Wanda blushed and turned her head

they chatted, they arrived at a shop called

the sign board with the gleaming golden letters of “Retrovintique.” This was definitely

Retrovintique in his Interview.

man with

long pipe in his left hand while using a traditional–looking

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

The

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

cover,” Carlisle said, tossing the plastic bag onto

when he saw bundles of hundred–dollar bills spilled out from the plastic bag. He sat up abruptly and picked

them. With a flattering smile, he said, “Ah, the magpies‘ cheerful chirping this morning was a good omen, heralding the

such a young age clearly marked Carlisle as a rich

tucked away the money and asked with a smile, “Do you

“Not to boast, but my

the whole street!”

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

modestly.”