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.

I’ve always had good luck,” Carlisle said with a

I haven’t noticed,” Wanda replied.

didn’t have good luck, how could I have met such a wonderful

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

that hurts!”

hard!” Wanda

Just massage it for me, and

to trick me again!” Wanda blushed and turned her

chatted, they arrived at a shop called Retrovintique.

the gleaming golden letters of

promoting Retrovintique in his Interview.

elderly man with sharp features lounging in a

pipe in his left hand while using a traditional–looking fan to Intermittently cool himself with

the coffee table nearby, a pot of tea was steeping, filling the air with its

The

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

its cover,” Carlisle said, tossing the plastic bag onto the nearby table.

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

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

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 have

to boast, but my shop has the

the whole street!”

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

modestly.”