Back to the Past Breaking the Love Spell (Carlisle Zahn) novel Chapter 239

Chapter 239 

“I’m laughing because you look ridiculous!” 

Wanda managed between giggles, crouching down in a fit of laughter. 

Her earlier annoyance had dissipated entirely. 

Watching her, Carlisle couldn’t help but smile as well. He took sips of his water to hydrate after their unexpected sprint. 

Their moment of respite was interrupted by Leon, who approached with a serious expression. 

“We need to go. They’re catching up!” 

Carlisle and Wanda quickly turned around to see the group of elderly women resuming their charge. They all wore expressions of determination. Two security guards were among them, batons in hand. 

Wanda’s laughter faded into concern. 

“I can’t run anymore. Maybe we should just apologize?” 

“I’ll carry you…” Carlisle offered immediately, handing her the bag of snacks before crouching down in 

preparation. 

Wanda hesitated, biting her lip nervously at the thought of being carried.. 

Leon interjected with a chuckle, “He’s your boyfriend. What are you afraid of? I’m just a photographer, pretend I’m not here…” 

Encouraged by Leon’s words, Wanda finally moved forward and carefully leaned onto Carlisle’s back. 

Carlisle felt a surge of energy when he felt her softness pressing into his back.. 

Leon found the perfect angle and snapped a couple of photos. 

Suddenly, they heard the elderly women’s angry curses behind them. 

“You scoundrel! Damn, you! Stop right there!” 

Leon glanced back and spotted one of the women wielding a brick. 

His heart skipped a beat, and he quickly picked up his pace. He then jogged ahead to catch up to Carlisle 

and Wanda. 

When Carlisle and Wanda reached the dock, they hurried onto a diesel–powered wooden boat bound for 

Yearning Island. 

As Leon boarded, Carlisle urgently addressed the boatman. 

“Please start the boat.” 

The boatman was unfazed, saying, “I can’t set off with just three people. We usually wait for seven or eight passengers before leaving. Let’s wait a bit longer.” 

Frustration flickering across his face, Carlisle pulled out 30 dollars and said, “I’m chartering the boat, Start 

it now!” 

The boatman took the money but began to Inspect each bill meticulously. 

Carlisle’s anxiety peaked. 

“Stop checking! The money is real!” 

Assured, the boatman grinned and finally agreed. 

“Alright then. I’m starting it up now!” 

He leaned over, grabbed the crank attached to his waist, and began the laborious process of starting the engine. 

The boat rocked side to side, causing Wanda to grip Carlisle’s arm tightly, fearful of falling into the water. 

“Don’t start the boat!” 

The woman in the white blouse had caught up to them. She thudded down the steps toward them. 

Carlisle looked at the boatman, desperation evident in his voice. 

“Quick, start the boat!” 

Frowning, the boatman muttered, “How did you guys get mixed up with this lot?” 

“Come on! Start the boat! Do you want the money or not?” Carlisle said, having no time to explain further. 

The elderly woman was too persistent. If they got caught, there would be no good end. 

He was less worried for himself and more for Wanda. 

Reacting quickly, the boatman grabbed the rope that tethered them to the shore, gave it a sharp tug to