Chapter 413

So, that was what had happened. If Queenie had made a trip to the basement parking lot to store the toolbox before returning to the apartment, it made sense that she'd only just gotten back. "Do you know that Wright guy well enough to bring him a toolbox so late at night? The temperature has dropped, and the wind was strong. Weren't you afraid of catching a cold again?" Joshua hung his coat before following Queenie into the living room. She sat on the couch, her cheeks and nose tip red from the cold. They were icy to the touch. She explained, "He didn't ask me for compensation when I scratched his car, and I've always felt like I owed him a favor. I saw his Instagram story and decided to help him." Joshua knew she was unwilling to owe anyone favors, including him. "Well, you're pretty proactive when it comes to these things." He sat beside her and poured himself a glass of warm water. "He needed the toolbox, and I had it. That's why I brought it down to him, Mr. Newman. Are you an