Chapter 337

As Cassandra walked along, she suddenly felt something hit the back of her head—not hard, but enough to make her pause. She whipped around and glared at the culprit standing a few steps away. Without thinking, she bent down, grabbed a chunk of snow, and hurled it at him—quick, steady, and accurate. But Damien didn’t just stand there like before; this time, he dodged it with ease, almost too casually. Annoyed that he was avoiding every single throw, Cassandra picked up snowball after snowball and kept launching them at him. Each time, she missed by a mile. It was like he wasn’t even trying and she still couldn’t hit him. Totally exasperated, she clutched another snowball and stormed toward him, determination written all over her face. Just as she got within a couple steps of him, he suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist, then yanked her downward without warning— Everything spun for a second. The next thing she knew, she was sprawled on top of him in the snow. Before she could say a