Back to the Past: Breaking the Love Spell

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Phoebe scooped up a mouthful of oatmeal heaped with brown sugar and pouted as she said, “Those

bowls of meat stew could have been ours if those bitches hadn’t played dirty.”

Wanda laughed. “Cheer up. Let’s grab some kebabs tonight and have all the meat we want. My treat.”

She was moved when the students in Class 2 had defended her during the fight earlier even though she

had already been transferred to Class 1.

Just then, Harvey walked toward their table carrying his food tray, which he set down in front of Wanda.

He said quietly, “Here, you can have the stew…”

“Wow,” a few of the girls mused enviously in unison.

Only Phoebe and Christine frowned as they cast a sharp look in Carlisle’s direction, who did not so much

as glance in their direction.

Wanda shook her head. “Thanks, but I’ll just stick to oatmeal.”

“I… lost this meat stew to Carlisle,” Harvey admitted with some difficulty as color crept into his cheeks.

bowl is from Carlisle?” Wanda asked, her

I lost it to him, but I’m

it doesn’t belong to you anymore,”

up the bowl and placed it on Wanda’s tray. He glared at Phoebe and demanded, “Did you

I just gave Wanda the stew.”

gaped at him

that moment. She

their way over to Wanda’s table with their food trays. Marcus explained, I lost my bowl to Carlisle

not hesitate before taking the bowl from Marcus‘ tray and placing it on her own. She

for me,

“Which one of you is Christine?”

up in surprise.

gaze met Christine’s. She had the most stunning eyes he had ever seen.

her delicate features, Christine’s beauty was on par with Wanda’s–though she was not quite as elegant and her skin was not as

blushed when she noticed Daniel staring at her. She looked down and muttered, “Stop

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his daze. Embarrassed, he explained, “I lost my

don’t have to,” Christine stammered. She didn’t want Wanda to get the

practically strangers, Christine was his fellow high school alumnus. To make matters worse, she had a

the food!” Phoebe prompted, grabbing the bowl from Daniel’s

Christine once more before returning to Carlisle’s table

stew at a leisurely pace, savoring

bench across the table, he asked curiously, “Interested