Seduced by My Childhood Sweetheart’s Brother
Chapter 409

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 umbrella in hand, I escorted her to the gate.

However, the place 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 accompanying her.

“No need for that. You can go back. I’ll manage,” she said firmly.

Before she could leave, Andrew, dressed in black clothes, waded over. He stood tall in front of the building.

He wasn’t holding an umbrella, 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 he come 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 flashed us a big smile. He took out the umbrella 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 replace 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 umbrella 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 planning something? I hoped it would be the former since Queenie would eventually move on. But if it were the latter, what would Queenie do then?

Things needed to come 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.”