My Husband Is A Gary Stu novel Chapter 1131

Chapter 1132

Cooper took off his glasses and wiped the lenses before turning to Sally. “Never aim for the face. Don't you know the rules?”

“Your face doesn't look all that delicate to me.” Scooping up a clump of snow from the ground with a hand, Sally kneaded it into a ball and launched it at Cooper once more.

Cooper didn't bother wearing his glasses anymore since his short-sightedness was mild.

He put his glasses into the pocket of his down jacket. While dodging the snowballs from Sally and Amanda, he bent and dug some snow from the ground. “Lucian, quick, pack some snowballs and help me attack them—”

Before he had finished speaking, a snowball hit him on the waist. It turned out that Lucian was on Amanda's side.

Cooper threw his nephew a dark look. “What a little traitor!”

They all had great fun having a snowball fight in the snow. Facing off three opponents, Cooper ended up thoroughly defeated. Well, I've really sacrificed much to make Amanda and Lucian happy!

Without warning, a snowball flew right at Amanda.

Standing a stone's throw away from her, Sally acutely noticed something off with the snowball. She wouldn't be able to run over in time, so she shot her hand out to block it.

Unexpectedly, it didn't shatter upon hitting her wrist. On the contrary, a snapping sound came from her wrist bone.

She grunted in pain, yet she didn't bother checking her wrist but looked down at Amanda first. It wasn't until she had ascertained that the latter wasn't hurt that she breathed a sigh of relief. Then, she turned her gaze to the ground.

The snowball on the ground was packed densely though it looked no different from an ordinary snowball.

Cooper hastened forward, his face turning as black as thunder when he saw the snowball on the ground. Crouching at once, he asked Amanda, “Did it hit you, Mandy?”

“No. Aunt Sally blocked it with her hand,” Amanda answered.

If Sally hadn't first shot her hand out, the consequences would've been disastrous if the snowball had hit Mandy on the forehead at its speed earlier.

He stood up to question Sally about the incident, but Sally pushed him aside and stalked toward the crowd in the distance.

She grabbed a boy about eight or nine years old who was running, her gaze icy. “It was your doing, yes?”

Terror struck the boy at the look in her eyes, and he struggled to free his shirt from her clutches. “I don't know what you're talking about.”