Seduced by My Childhood Sweetheart’s Brother

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?

eyes widened, and her grip on my

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

didn’t move

for Queenie to get on. “Hurry up, Queenie. We’re running out of time. Don’t you want perfect attendance?

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

She struggled and shot me a warning look, but I

entrusting her to you. I’ll hit you if

life.” Andrew supported Queenie on his back and

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“Queenie, hold onto my neck. This boat

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the water’s surface, and Queenie turned back to look at me.

Queenie as if he were carrying his own life, cherishing

upstairs with tears in my eyes and pressed against the window, searching for their figures in the