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 wide

noticed,” Wanda replied.

didn’t have good luck, how could I have

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

hurts!” Carlisle winced.

even pinch hard!”

for me, and it’ll be

to trick me again!” Wanda

arrived at a shop called Retrovintique.

heart raced as he saw the sign board with the

recalled Yuriel promoting Retrovintique

the shop, they found only an elderly man

long pipe 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

The

him, he lost. The cheapest

Carlisle said, tossing the

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

two cups and poured tea for them. With a flattering smile, he said, “Ah, the magpies‘ cheerful chirping this morning was a good omen, heralding the arrival of

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

with a smile, “Do you have any good

but my shop has the best and the most paintings on

the whole street!”

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

modestly.”