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.

out her tongue

chuckled, quickly devoured the rest of his cotton candy, and dashed

his footsteps closing in, Wanda quickened her

Carlisle’s longer strides quickly closed the distance between them.

reached out and grasped the back

wrong… Forgive

Carlisle replied with a sly grin, “Tell me, how will you make it up to me?”

“How

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glint in his eye, Carlisle responded, “Give me a

cheeks flushed a deeper shade

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

he swallowed hard.

leaned in.

“Come on, Darling.”

a photo of

of Wanda’s lips, but nothing came.

slipped away once more.

embarrassed, Carlisle took off

let me catch you, or I’ll

stopped before a

a wooden board cart. On the ground

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