Chapter 409
Queenie’s wardrobe consisted of long pants and long dresses, none of which were suited for the
weather. I found her some denim shorts and slippers and packed her favorite long skirt in a waterproof
bag. With an umbre in hand, I escorted her to the gate.
However, the ce was quite flooded. People passing by stirred up the muddy surface, making it
difficult to walk in the knee–deep water.
It was almost 8:00 am, and Queenie pushed me back inside. “You should head back upstairs. I can
wade through on my own, or else I won’t make it in time.”
“No, you’re not feeling well to begin with. Let me help you. Be careful.” I insisted on apanying her.
“No need for that. You can go back. I’ll manage,” she said firmly.
Before she could leave, Andrew, dressed in ck clothes, waded over. He stood tall in front of the
building.
He wasn’t holding an umbre, and the heavy rain soaked his clothes. Despite his clothes sticking to
his body, he didn’t look disheveled at all. On the contrary, his eyes shone brightly.
Both Queenie and I were stunned. How did hee here in such heavy rain and flood? He even
approached us once we arrived at the gate. How long had he been waiting?
Queenie’s eyes widened, and her grip on my wrist tightened.
Andrew wiped the rain off his face and shed us a big smile. He took out the umbre from his bag
and handed it to Queenie before turning around. He bent down slightly and said, “Get on my back,
Queenie. I’ll carry you out.”
Queenie didn’t move or speak.
Andrew grew a little anxious and turned around slightly, his hands by his sides motioning for Queenie
to get on. “Hurry up, Queenie. We’re running out of time. Don’t you want perfect attendance? I won’t
drop you, so hurry up.”
I suddenly felt my eyes welling up with tears and my heart swelling. I pushed Queenie forward. What
was this fool still waiting for? It was rare to find a man who would go to such lengths. Why was she still
hesitating?
“Yes, Queenie, Hurry up.” I pushed Queenie onto Andrew’s back. She struggled and shot me a warning
look, but I pretended not to notice. I force her onto Andrew’s back.
“Andrew, I’m entrusting her to you. I’ll hit you if you don’t protect her.”
“Don’t worry, Luna. I’ll protect her with my life.” Andrew supported Queenie on his back and
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lifted her. “Queenie, hold onto my neck. This boat is about to leave.”
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Andrew bravely cut through the water’s surface, and Queenie turned back to look at me. Her gaze
gradually softened.
Andrew didn’t walk fast, but he was steady. He carried Queenie as if he were carrying his own life,
cherishing and treasuring her. The two gradually disappeared from my sight.
I ran upstairs with tears in my eyes and pressed against the window, searching for their figures in the
sea of people.
After passing through the gate of the residential area, Andrew put Queenie down. The area here was
also flooded, but the water was much shallower, barely reaching their calves.
Andrew held the umbre in one hand and wrapped his arm around Queenie’s shoulders with the
other, protecting her safely in his embrace.
I was moved to tears and truly hoped that Queenie would only experience the good that life had to offer
and that Andrew would be the reason why.
But would such a domineering person like Flynn really let go? It had been over a month and still no
word from him. Was he truly giving up on Queenie, or was he nning something? I hoped it would be
the former since Queenie would eventually move on. But if it were thetter, what would Queenie do
then?
Things needed toe to a conclusion. Flynn dragging this on would only end up hurting Queenie.
Perhaps I should give them a push.
I took out my phone and posted the photo I secretly took of Andrew and Queenie across the street on
my social media with the caption: “If they’re meant for you, even your sorrows will turn into joy.”Text property ? N?vel(D)ra/ma.Org.