Back to the Past: Breaking the Love Spell



When Wendell booked the hotel room, he and his teammates debated about it for a long time.

If they chose a room that was too cheap, they were afraid Carlisle would not be happy with it.

If they chose a room that was too expensive, they were worried that Carlisle would find it a waste of money.

Therefore, Wendell had asked for Felicia's advice.

Felicia had once lived in Yorksle and felt that a room costing around eight hundred would be appropriate.

Carlisle smiled and said, "I can accept the price of eight hundred dollars. Don't we earn money so that we can enjoy ourselves?"

He dragged his luggage inside.

When he stepped through the door, he stopped in his tracks.

He leaned back and looked at another group of guests who were walking toward them down the corridor.

There were three men and three women. They looked fairly young, and he guessed they were in their early 20s. They were dressed very fashionably, but not in high-end brands.

Carlisle had noticed them because the man in the lead looked rather familiar.

The man was around 20 years old and had average looks. He had a buzz cut and was dressed less fashionably compared to the others.

One of the women had long hair. She giggled and said, "Sharon, there's a handsome man looking at you!"

The woman named Sharon looked rather young, but she was the most good-looking among them. She glanced at Carlisle and blushed before saying, "No, he's clearly looking at you!"

"Oh, come on. Just admit it! I'm not as pretty as you are, after all." The women chattered to each other teasingly.

Very soon, they reached Carlisle.

"Hey, hottie. Which university are you from?" the woman who had teased Sharon asked Carlisle. She stopped in front of him.

Carlisle ignored her. He stared at the familiar-looking man and asked, "Hello. Have we met before?"

The long-haired woman said in surprise, "Patrick, do you know each other?"

Patrick looked Carlisle up and down for a moment before smiling and asking, "Are you one of my juniors from Caltopia College?"

Carlisle smiled apologetically. "I'm not from Caltopia College. I probably mistook you for someone else. Sorry for the interruption."

He turned and went into his room without even looking twice at the women.

Wendell closed the door, and the Caltopia College students finally left.

Carlisle sat on the sofa, wondering where he had seen the man before.

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There was no reason for them to have met before.

Why did Patrick seem so familiar?

Perhaps he had met him in his previous life.

In his previous life, Carlisle had been a salesman who often had to go out for business. He had met many members of the professional elite as well.

"Boss, are we going down to eat now?" Wendell had booked a private room, and the food could be served at any time.

"Let's go." Carlisle hadn't even had a drop of water since lunch, and he was feeling rather hungry.

The three of them walked out, and Carlisle bumped into Patrick again.

Their eyes met, and they both smiled and nodded politely before heading to the elevators together.

In the elevator, Wendell pressed the button for the third floor.

Patrick did not press any other button, so he was probably heading for the third floor as well.

The third floor was where all the private rooms for business were located.

Wendell led Carlisle and Francis to Room 306 while Patrick entered 309.

Patrick knocked on the door.

After a few seconds, the door opened.

The young man who opened the door was dressed in a dapper suit and seemed refined. He had a layered haircut.