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…”

the cotton candy, Carlisle watched

out her tongue and teasingly

the rest of his cotton candy, and dashed after her.

her pace,

quickly closed the

out and grasped the back of her

wrong… Forgive me!” Wanda

with a sly grin, “Tell me,

a whisper, “How do you want me to make it up to

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playful glint in his eye,

cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red.

deep breath, she fluttered her eyelashes and instructed with a hint

eyed Wanda’s lips briefly before he swallowed hard. He then

leaned in.

“Come on, Darling.”

the background, Leon snapped a photo

of Wanda’s lips, but nothing came. Confused, he opened his eyes only to

had slipped

embarrassed, Carlisle took

thought to himself, “Don’t let me catch you, or I’ll kiss you

before a legless disabled

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

old, a truck had run over his