Back to the Past: Breaking the Love Spell

Chapter 372

Carlisle frowned at the sight. He rubbed soothing circles on Wanda’s back, relieved that the nightmares hadn’t woken her up.

The tension gradually left Wanda’s body as he rubbed her back.

Just then, Carlisle’s phone buzzed with a text from Diego: “Sorry to disturb you, Mr. Zahn, but have you taken a look at the drawings I sent you? Is there anything you’d

like me to amend?”

Carlisle had been so busy the last couple of days that he completely forgot about the matter of designing the office building.

Diego previously promised to email him the drawings by evening, but Carlisle was too lazy to go through them.

He had faith in Diego’s tastes and his attention to detail, so he replied, “I’ve looked at them. They’re not bad. I’ve decided to proceed with your designs, but try to make quick work of the renovation. I don’t want this to drag out into a three–month–long

project.”

“Got it, Mr. Zahn,” came Diego’s response.

It was 2.00 pm when Wanda let out a long sigh through her nose. Her eyelashes fluttered as she opened her eyes, and she tightened her arms around Carlisle’s waist.

Carlisle looked down at her and asked softly, “Hey there, sleepyhead. You awake?”

Wanda grumbled, “No.”

his laughter and did not

that Wanda’s psychological fragility might cause her to process things a lot slower than

behave like a

side of Wanda

felt like a long time, Wanda slowly drew away from Carlisle’s embrace and rubbed the sleep from her eyes. She asked softly, “What time is it?

in her sleep.

we don’t have to go

brows. When he saw the trace of drool on the corner of her mouth, he chuckled and asked, ” Why did you drool? Were you dreaming

Wanda would have wished for a hole

swallow her whole.

But now,

good…”

said, “I dreamed of having

and said indulgently, “Why don’t we have steak for dinner

“But we

thinks we’re

go wash up,”

face with his towel. He only had one set. of toiletries in the apartment, and he made a mental

they were

of the students. headed outdoors. Only a small

Christine were busy

had somehow managed to loan out its