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…”

sticky from the cotton candy,

over her shoulders, sticking out her tongue

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

quickened her pace, her eyelids twitching in mock

closed the

back of her neck, halting her

Forgive me!”

by her antics, Carlisle replied with a sly grin, “Tell me, how

reply was barely audible, as soft as a whisper, “How do you want me

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glint in his eye, Carlisle responded, “Give

a deeper shade

her eyelashes and instructed with a hint

swallowed hard. He

leaned in.

“Come on, Darling.”

snapped a photo

lips, but nothing came. Confused, he opened his eyes only

slipped away once

Carlisle took off after her again.

himself, “Don’t let me catch you, or I’ll kiss you until your lips

before a

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

father at five. At seven years old, a truck had run over his