Back to the Past: Breaking the Love Spell

Chapter 241

Five minutes later, Wanda was holding a massive cotton candy. Its size was akin to a washbasin.

She felt a wave of embarrassment as she caught the amused glances of other tourists, wishing she could disappear for a moment.

Meanwhile, Carlisle seemed utterly unfazed by the attention. He happily munched on his equally large cotton candy, savoring its sweetness.

Wanda struggled with the size of her treat and voiced her concern in a plaintive tone.

“I told you the three–dollar one was enough, yet you insisted on the ten–dollar one. How should I eat this huge cotton candy?”

Carlisle responded with a hearty laugh, “Watch and learn!”

He then stretched his neck and skillfully curled some cotton candy into his mouth`using his tongue.

Wanda wrinkled her nose but followed his example, trying to manage the unwieldy mass of sugar.

Carlisle watched her, his smile broadening as he saw her cheeks flush red.

“Is this what being in love feels like? It’s quite wonderful,” he mused within.

A mischievous glint appeared in Wanda’s eyes.

She held her cotton candy to Carlisle’s mouth and sweetly said, “Take a bite.”

Carlisle didn’t hesitate, opening his mouth to comply.

Just as he bit down, Wanda playfully pressed one hand against his head and smeared the cotton candy

across his face.

“Um… Wanda…”

his face sticky from the cotton candy, Carlisle watched as Wanda sprinted away.

glanced over her shoulders, sticking out her tongue and teasingly

of his cotton

her pace, her eyelids twitching in

Carlisle’s longer strides quickly closed the

and grasped the back of her

was wrong… Forgive me!” Wanda pleaded.

her antics, Carlisle replied with a sly grin, “Tell

a whisper, “How do you want me to

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eye, Carlisle responded,

flushed a deeper shade

and instructed with a hint

briefly before he swallowed hard.

leaned in.

“Come on, Darling.”

snapped a

nothing came.

had slipped

embarrassed, Carlisle took off

himself, “Don’t let me catch you,

stopped before a legless

his 20s, wore tattered clothes and lay on a wooden board cart. On the ground in front of him, his pitiful life

lost his mother at three and his father at five. At seven years old, a truck had run over his legs. The driver had fled the scene, and he had been begging on the streets