“I… I can walk.”
“The path hasn’t been cleared yet. Your shoes will get soaked.”
Loic spoke firmly and began walking again without hesitation.
In the end, I had no choice but to wrap my arms around his neck so I wouldn’t fall.
Even though the wind was freezing, the tips of my ears burned hot.
‘How unfair for people without husbands.’
Because of the Grand Duke’s “cleanliness,” Cecilia had been stuck in the carriage for a long time, unable to even step outside.
Only after she saw Annette being carried off in Loic’s arms could she finally peek out.
Snow had piled high beneath her feet.
‘My shoes will definitely get soaked.’
She was just blaming herself for being careless—it was summer, after all—when a hand suddenly appeared before her.
“Take my hand.”
It was Perel.
“Oh, thank you.”
Thanks to the aide holding her hand up high, Cecilia…
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