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.

this bowl is from Carlisle?” Wanda asked,

I lost it to him, but I’m giving it

something that you lost to Carlisle; it doesn’t belong to you anymore,” Phoebe pointed out, seemingly baffled by Harvey’s line of argument.

up the bowl and placed it on Wanda’s tray. He glared at

that? I just gave Wanda

gaped at him incredulously.

at that moment. She even

making their way over to Wanda’s table with their food trays. Marcus explained, I lost my bowl to Carlisle too, and he told me to give

Marcus‘ tray and placing it on her own. She

him. “Thank Carlisle for me,

one of you is

surprise.

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

par with Wanda’s–though she was not quite as elegant and her

her. She looked down and muttered,

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lost my lunch

to,” Christine stammered. She didn’t want Wanda to get the wrong idea.

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

take the food!” Phoebe prompted, grabbing the bowl from Daniel’s tray and transferring it onto

glanced at Christine once more before returning to Carlisle’s table and

pace, savoring the herb–infused and

sitting down on the bench across the table, he asked curiously, “Interested in