Spoiled By The President: My Wife Is A Little Sweet

Chapter 878 Blessings

Chapter 878 Blessings

Queeny nodded. "Okay!"

Ella took the phone and walked out.

She looked at her thin figure and felt a touch of tenderness and compassion in her heart.

Actually, why was she so nice to Ella?

Because all this time, she'd been taking care of her as best she could and it pleased her.

And it was also because she kind of went through her and saw Sarah Dempsey in her.

They were both girls in their first bloom. At such a splendid age, they were equally strong in character,

untainted by their birth. Full of hope for the future, they were a very different kind of person from

herself.

But Sarah was dead.

She died for her before she could be good to her.

So, she did not know what kind of strange psychology was working on her.

Queeny sometimes looked at Ella's thin figure as if she saw Sarah Dempsey through her.

There was something she could not fix, she thought.

Then she had better let the rest of the girls she could see like Sarah have a good time.

It was a way of making up to Sarah.

Queeny's thoughts drifted a little further, but by this time, the clerk had already brought the dress.

She smiled politely and respectfully. "Would you like to try it now, miss?"

Queeny shook her head. "It wasn't me. It was my sister. Leave it there. She's out to answer the phone."

The clerk had thought that the girl who had followed her, with her awkward face and her poor manner,

was only one of her servants.

Now she turned out to be her sister.

The smile on her face brightened a little, and she nodded. "Ok."

After about three or four minutes, Ella came back.

When she returned, Queeny could see something dark and wrong in her eyes, even though she had

managed to keep the smile on her face.

She frowned and asked, "What's wrong?"

Ella shook her head.

"Nothing. It's just a call from my family."

With a forced smile, she touched her head and said, "It's just those things. Never mind."

Queeny curled her eyebrows slightly. As far as she knew, there was no one in Ella's family. Queeny

didn't know if she was referring to the orphanage by home stuff.

But she didn't think much about it. She patted her on the shoulder and said, "Don't think about it too

much. We'll talk about it later."

Then she motioned to the skirt that had been laid aside and said, "Go try it on."

Ella nodded.

The clerk took the dress and led her to the fitting room.

When she entered the dressing room, Queeny sat still, bored, and got up again to continue shopping in

the store.

The bodyguards who came with them, of course, wouldn't come into the store, because that would hurt

business and make everyone uncomfortable.

But they did not dare go very far, and waited outside the door all the time. So if there was any

movement inside, they could rush in.

Queeny strolled around for a while, but didn't see anything she liked. Seeing the other two clerks

following her, she waved her hands and said, "You go about your business. Don't worry about me."

"Well," they said with a smile, "if you need anything, please let us know."

"Okay!"

Queeny nodded and they left.

When they had left, she walked to the door.

She paused, only to see Dean and a team of bodyguards standing there not far from the door, eyeing

the passers-by with wary eyes.

At the same time, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the store.

Perhaps, seeing her standing in the doorway, he thought she had something to say to him, so he came

up quickly.

"Miss Horton, what's the matter?"

He asked quietly.

Queeny looked at him and saw that the man in front of her was straight and handsome. He was one of

those men who neither looked particularly strong nor emaciated.

He had two thick black eyebrows, showing a bit of valor, and was charming in his serious work.

No wonder Ella liked him.

She chuckled and said, "Nothing. I just saw you all standing there. Thank you for your hard work."

Dean was stunned, probably not expecting her to say this, then he smiled sheepishly.

"That's our duty." Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

He was probably not a very eloquent man, so he didn't know what to say after he said this.

He stood there, scratching his head awkwardly.

Queeny saw this and suddenly an idea occurred to her.

She chuckled. "But since you're here, you might as well do me a favor."

Dean looked grave and said, "Miss Horton, whatever you say."

Queeny laughed, "You don't have to be so serious. I just want you to come in and see if a dress looks

good."

"What?"

Dean probably never thought Queeny would ask him for this in his life.

Queeny looked at him and raised her eyebrows. "Why, won't you?"

Dean was so embarrassed and awkward that he didn't know what to say.

After a while, he stammered, "No, just... Well, I..."

He did not know where to put his hands, and it was a long time before he managed to get a complete

sentence out.

"Miss Horton, I'm too rough to pick out your girls' clothes. Well... I may not be able to help you with

this."

Queeny laughed, "That's okay, just tell the truth. Sometimes a woman's opinion doesn't count, and we

don't know if the clothes look good until we see how you guys like them.

Her words made Dean's heart swell even more.

For some reason, Felix Biseel's cold, stern face flashed into his mind.

He shivered and tried to resist, but Queeny lost her patience and pulled him in.

"Come on, be a man. I'm just asking you to see if the dress look good. I'm not gonna eat you."

Then she pulled him straight into the shop.

Dean, "..."

Mr. Bissel, I didn't do this on purpose. I wasn't thinking about it. I dared not do anything. Miss Horton

made me do it.

You must not be jealous, must not blame me.

Dean prayed silently. He had no idea that the dress Queeny asked him to look at was Ella's.

Meanwhile, in the fitting room.

Ella sat there, and the dress that should have been tried on by her was laying aside.