Back to the Past: Breaking the Love Spell

Chapter 123

Lawrence quickly went over his life as a soldier from recruitment to retirement. At the same time, he gave the students some lessons in patriotism. Then, he briefed them on the training schedule. They would train from 7:30 am to 11:30 am and then from 2:30 pm to 5:30 pm.

At the end of the training, there would be a bonfire party.

Just then, the bell rang, signaling the end of class. Lawrence said, “Training starts tomorrow. Since it’s your first day tomorrow, I hope to see all of you present half an hour earlier than scheduled. Gather at the field at 7:00 am sharp. Do you hear me?”

“Yes, sir.” The students didn’t look too happy at having to gather a whole hour earlier than the time their

classes usually started.

“Are you guys starving or something? Louder!‘ Lawrence barked.

“Yes, sir!” the students shouted.

“Good, Dismissed!” He strode out of the class with his hands behind his back.

“Ugh. I hate military training!” Phoebe slumped on her table, putting her jaw on top of it. She looked glum.

Wanda pouted..“Me, too. The sun’s been shining so brightly lately–I know I’m gonna get a sunburn after the training!”

through military training during high school. Though her family had treated her like a princess when growing up, she wasn’t the coy type and had never complained no matter how tough things

thing that made her stand out amongst the prettiest students on campus was her fair skin. If she were to lose that advantage, would Carlisle be disdainful of her?

Wanda’s eyes turn a little red. She pinched Carlisle’s arm and said with grievance, “You can’t

that?” He grabbed her hand and played

back like she’d been zapped. Then, afraid he would take it the wrong way,

me, then. Why would I scorn

a sunburn from the military training, you can’t get mad at me!” she mumbled as

lowered her head.

said tenderly,

Wanda right in the heart. Tears filled her eyes, but they were tears of happiness. They overwhelmed her. In

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make

stop

had enough.

them, Phoebe’s deskmate, Tim Weal, couldn’t take it anymore. He gave them both reproachful

looks.

her desk, no longer daring to look

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next few classes were for them to self–study. Most

their studies.