Chapter 648

Once he confirmed his answer, Clara eagerly pulled him downstairs. "Let's build a snowman. If it gets dark, you won't let me come out again."

Large flakes continued to fall across the courtyard. Arthur had bundled her from head to toe, so she did not feel the cold at all.

Clara knew how to build a proper snowman. Before long, the base had taken shape. She turned to Arthur, who rolled snowballs tow