Chapter 403


    As I was about to wave to grab Queenie’s attention, a tall man hurriedly rushed out of the building


    toward her. He seemed to be shouting something. However, his haste almost caused him to trip as he


    descended the stairs.


    Queenie stopped and turned around to face the man. He leaned in and said something, but Queenie


    merely smiled politely. She shook her head before walking away.


    But the man was undeterred and continued to follow behind her with an unwavering grin. No matter


    what Queenie said, he refused to give up. Instead, he matched her pace and showed no signs of


    impatience.


    Queenie grew slightly impatient and appeared frustrated. Yet, the man didn’t seem to mind. and


    continued to smile sincerely.


    I suddenly felt the urge to cry. It was tears of immense joy as if my daughter had finallye of age. It


    was evident that the man liked Queenie.


    Queenie was an amazing woman. If she wasn’t blinded by her past, many men would fall for her.


    The guy appeared slightly younger than Queenie. He was tall, with long limbs and arms, and a neat


    military–style cut. As he stood under the sun, he emanated youthful energy.


    Given his brazen disy of affection, I could tell that he liked Queenie. It was impossible for Queenie


    not to notice.


    With a guy she had known for a month openly expressing his affection, I hoped Queenie would believe


    in her own worth as a wonderful woman deserving of love.


    Queenie walked out of the gate and headed home. Yet, the man continued to follow behind her,


    indifferent to her aloofness. His gaze lingered on her as he followed her neither too closely


    nor too far.


    She stopped abruptly and turned around. “I’m going home. Can you stop following me?” she said in a


    high–pitched voice. She looked adorable with her cheeks puffed out in anger.


    That was right! Queenie should just speak her mind. That was the kind of bold and candid attitude she


    should have.


    The man smiled widely, his eyes sparkling with adoration as he gazed at her fondly. The way he looked


    at Queenie reminded me of how Colin looked at me.


    I was stupefied. All these years, Flynn had liked Queenie, but he had never looked at her in the same


    manner. His gaze was alwaysmanding, with a hint of roguishness and self-


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    assurance.


    It was evident which man was better suited to be a boyfriend and husband.


    “I’m heading home too. You don’t own the road, do you? Why can’t I walk on it too?” With his hands in


    his pockets, the man strode forward. He matched Queenie’s pace and asionally stole nces at the


    woman whose face was flushed with anger.


    I found myself thoroughly enjoying the scene from the sidelines, so much so that I identally


    chuckled aloud. I inadvertently drew Queenie’s attention.


    “Luna Lawson, how much longer are you going to watch?” Queenie stamped her foot, her face flushing


    with frustration.


    It seemed inappropriate for me to revel in my good friend’s predicament. I emerged with a sheepish


    smile, rubbing my nose as I scanned the man with curiosity. “Hey handsome, what’s your name? Why


    are you following Queenie? I hope you’re not up to mischief in broad daylight.


    The man’s ears turned pink, but he didn’t back down. He cleared his throat and said, “I’m Andrew


    Lambert. I’m Queenie’s admirer. Just to set the record straight, I fancy her, but I’m not a creep.”


    The man’s self–introduction was unique. It was the first time I heard someone be so upfront about their


    admiration.


    g to follow her “Oh, an admirer? How do you n to win Queenie’s heart? Are you just around? What


    about sending her flowers, buying breakfast, and offering rides? You don’t seem to be putting in a lot of


    effort to win her heart,” I eximed.


    It was as though I was trying my best to help him pursue Queenie.