Chapter 147
Back to the Past: Breaking the Love Spell
âFine.â
Wanda naturally knew Rubyâs identity. Regarding connections within the school, Ruby definitely
couldnât compare to her. But outside of school, she had strong connections.
Queenie had warned her on the first day not to provoke Ruby.
Wanda lowered her head and moved to another spot. Ruby exchanged a glance with her friend, who
immediately ran to occupy that spot.
Wanda frowned slightly and moved to yet another spot. However, another male classmate quickly ran
over and did the same thing.
Wanda glared at Ruby. âRuby, arenât you being too much?â
Ruby smiled faintly. âTheyâre the ones taking your spot, not me.â
Wanda gritted her teeth and decided to stand still, knowing Lawrence would assign her a spot when he
arrived.
âWanda, come over here!â Phoebe waved to Wanda on tiptoes.
Wanda pursed her lips and walked over.
Suddenly, a basketball flew over the backboard toward Wanda.
Phoebeâs eyes widened in surprise, and she screamed, âWanda, watch out!â
Wanda instinctively looked to her right; the basketball was right before her face.
With a muffled sound, a large hand that was placed in front of Wandaâs eyes effortlessly caught the
basketball. The handâs knuckles were clearly visible and were less than two inches away from her
nose.
Wanda let out a gentle sigh of relief and looked at the boy before her.
Carlisle lowered his gaze slightly, observing Wandaâs delicate and pale face, devoid of its usual color
due to the fright. A hint of anger flashed in the depths of his eyes.
Tears started to well up as Wanda fought the urge to throw herself into Carlisleâs arms. She said with a
trembling voice, Thank you, Carlisle!â
After uttering these words, Wanda lowered her head, and tears streamed down her face. It was
frustrating to act like strangers with the person she liked.
âHou
freshman, throw the ball over here!â shouted a burly student on the basketball court
Carlisleâs brows furrowed slightly.
He caught sight of Lawrence approaching from the school gate, and he smirked subtly. Then, he turned
and threw the basketball in the basketball courtâs opposite direction.
The burly student froze instantly. âWhat the heckâ¦â
Before he could react, the other students beside him had already rushed toward Carlisle.
Carlisle prepared himself for a confrontation.
At that moment, Daniel suddenly shouted, âMr. Hansonâs here!â
However, the students rushing over seemed oblivious, surrounding Carlisle instantly. One particularly
fierceâlooking student even raised his hand, ready to strike.
âGo ahead, hit him.â Lawrenceâs voice came from nearby. He held a packet of milk in one hand and a
half-
eaten sandwich in the other.
Despite Lawrenceâs warning, Jaxon Hunter paid no heed and tried landing his fist on Carlisleâs face.
Carlisle swiftly blocked it, but the tremendous force left his arm numb.
Lawrenceâs gaze turned icy. He dropped his food and strode forward, delivering a flying kick at Jaxon.
Jaxon, quick on his feet, countered with a leg sweep aimed at Lawrenceâs knee.
After Lawrenceâs kick was deflected, he crouched down and grabbed Jaxonâs arm with lightning speed.
Then, with a swift shoulder throw, he slammed Jaxon forcefully to the ground.
âWow, Mr. Hanson is so cool!â Daniel exclaimed in excitement. Lawrence was like a character straight
out
of a martial arts comic.