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,