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Five minutes later, Wanda was holding a massive cotton candy. Its size was akin to a washbasin.
She felt a wave of embarrassment as she caught the amused glances of other tourists, wishing she could disappear for a moment.
Meanwhile, Carlisle seemed utterly unfazed by the attention. He happily munched on his equally large cotton candy, savoring its sweetness.
Wanda struggled with the size of her treat and voiced her concern in a plaintive tone.
“I told you the three–dollar one was enough, yet you insisted on the ten–dollar one. How should I eat this huge cotton candy?”
Carlisle responded with a hearty laugh, “Watch and learn!”
He then stretched his neck and skillfully curled some cotton candy into his mouth`using his tongue.
Wanda wrinkled her nose but followed his example, trying to manage the unwieldy mass of sugar.
Carlisle watched her, his smile broadening as he saw her cheeks flush red.
“Is this what being in love feels like? It’s quite wonderful,” he mused within.
A mischievous glint appeared in Wanda’s eyes.
She held her cotton candy to Carlisle’s mouth and sweetly said, “Take a bite.”
Carlisle didn’t hesitate, opening his mouth to comply.
Just as he bit down, Wanda playfully pressed one hand against his head and smeared the cotton candy
across his face.
“Um… Wanda…”
With his face sticky from the cotton candy, Carlisle watched as Wanda sprinted away.
She glanced over her shoulders, sticking out her tongue and teasingly chanting.
Carlisle chuckled, quickly devoured the rest of his cotton candy, and dashed after her.
Hearing his footsteps closing in, Wanda quickened her pace, her eyelids twitching in mock terror.
However, Carlisle’s longer strides quickly closed the distance between them.
He reached out and grasped the back of her neck, halting her escape.
“I was wrong… Forgive me!” Wanda pleaded.
Amused by her antics, Carlisle replied with a sly grin, “Tell me, how will you make it up to me?”
Her reply was barely audible, as soft as a whisper, “How do you want me to make it up to you?”
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With a playful glint in his eye, Carlisle responded, “Give me a kiss!”
Wanda’s cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red.
Taking a deep breath, she fluttered her eyelashes and instructed with a hint of mischief, “Close your eyes.”
Carlisle eyed Wanda’s lips briefly before he swallowed hard. He then obediently closed his eyes and
leaned in.
“Come on, Darling.”
In the background, Leon snapped a photo of the playful chase.
Carlisle waited for the touch of Wanda’s lips, but nothing came. Confused, he opened his eyes only to find
that Wanda had slipped away once more.
Annoyed and embarrassed, Carlisle took off after her again.
Carlisle thought to himself, “Don’t let me catch you, or I’ll kiss you until your lips swell.”
Wanda stopped before a legless disabled man.
The man, in his 20s, wore tattered clothes and lay on a wooden board cart. On the ground in front of him, his pitiful life story was written in chalk.
The man had lost his mother at three and his father at five. At seven years old, a truck had run over his legs. The driver had fled the scene, and he had been begging on the streets ever since.
The disabled man was pale. His lips were cracked.
He looked up at Wanda weakly, saying, “Miss, please help. I haven’t eaten in three days!”
Wanda typically avoided giving money to beggars, but she felt compassion for the disabled. She felt that the man truly lacked the means to work, having no legs.
She pulled out 20–dollar bills from her bag.
The man’s eyes widened, and he quickly began to cry out in gratitude, “Thank you, beautiful lady. You are as kind as you are beautiful. Blessings of health and prosperity upon you and your family!”
Wanda smiled gently and placed the money in the box beside the beggar.
Just then, Carlisle grabbed Wanda’s wrist.
Wanda looked at him, puzzled.
“What are you doing?”
Carlisle smiled and asked, “Did you really believe his performance?”
“What do you mean? Is he pretending? But he has no legs!” she protested, her gaze darting to the space beneath the cart where the man’s legs should have been.
Carlisle reached forward, his hand moving toward the man’s pant legs.
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The man’s reaction was swift and defensive.
His face contorted in anger as he snapped, “What are you trying to do, you brat?”
Carlisle responded calmly and probingly, “It’s scorching today, yet you wear long pants. I’m just trying to cool you down…”
