Back to the Past: Breaking the Love Spell

Chapter 605

Carlisle's slender fingers held the cigarette limply as he watched tendrils of smoke weave around the tips of his fingers.This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

He looked lost as he said, "How can I save my relationship? What am I going to save it with?"

"Well..." Wendell scratched his head awkwardly. He had never been in a relationship before. He had no idea what to say to Carlisle.

After 40 minutes, Wendell drove the truck back.

Carlisle sat in the passenger seat and smoked cigarette after cigarette.

The entire cab was filled with secondhand smoke.

Kevin and Zack had tried to talk to him, but it was useless.

The truck passed by the station.

Heston happened to come out at that moment, looking disgruntled.

Behind him, Braxton ran after him, carrying a large gift. "Uncle Heston, I spent one million on this centurion root. You have to accept it!"

"Shut up!" Heston glared angrily at Braxton. "Take your things and get lost! If it weren't for your father, I wouldn't be so lenient on you!"

How could Braxton give Heston a gift in front of so many of his subordinates? He had even announced that the gift cost more than a million, as if he was terrified that they wouldn't know!

Had he been kicked in the head?

"Uncle Heston..."

"Gerald, get rid of him for me."

"Okay." Gerald chased Braxton off with the help of a few soldiers dressed in camouflage.

Heston looked at the truck.

At that very moment, Carlisle happened to turn and glance in his direction.

Heston jolted in shock, and he rubbed his eyes in disbelief.

By the time the truck reached 10KFresh, it was already 11:00 pm.

Janet had contacted the CEO of 10KFresh that morning to tell them they should give the supplies deliverymen two hundred dollars each as an allowance for the bad weather.

Carlisle used the two hundred dollar allowance to buy two pounds of stewed beef and two bottles of Chardonnay so that he could drink with Francis when he got home.

After he had downed half a bottle of wine, Carlisle spilled out everything he was feeling.

Francis listened. After a while, he frowned slightly and said, "I don't think this is what Wanda wants!"

Carlisle took a gulp of wine. He looked slightly tipsy, but he wore a bitter expression. "She said all of that and didn't have any memory of me at all. How could it not be what she wanted?"

Francis took a bite of beef and said indistinctly, "Since she doesn't remember you, she wouldn't know how accomplished you are. She must be worried that her family will continue to target you."

The stewed beef tasted delicious. Francis swallowed it and took a swig of wine before chewing on another mouthful of beef.

"I told her what my current assets are. I'm sure that she believes me." Carlisle sighed and continued drinking. Francis thought for a moment and said, "She must be worried that the Murray family will try to harm you. The Murrays are much more powerful than the Thompsons."

Carlisle's pupils constricted. "Damn, why didn't I think of that? Wanda must already know that she's betrothed to marry into the Murray family. That must be why she was so ruthless. She wants me to give up on her!"

Francis said in amazement, "She's still thinking on your behalf even though she doesn't remember you. She clearly has a good heart."

"I misunderstood her..." Carlisle felt guilty. He had overcome so many difficulties to see her, only to have her tell him to forget about her.

The words had hit him like a hammer and seemed to shatter his heart. He had been extremely disappointed, and he had been full of thoughts on his way home. He had even decided to respect her wishes.

Now that Francis had mentioned it, he felt like slapping himself.

He had almost let his precious Wanda slip away.

"Let's drink!" Carlisle clinked bottles with Francis.

Both of them gulped down a mouthful.

At the hospital, Bianca arrived at Wanda's villa.