President’s Sweet Wife

Chapter 880 There was Something Wrong With her

Queeny didn’t want to give Dean a hard time. After all, she knew Dean had done a lot to get to this

point.

She had made the first move for them, and it was up to them to decide what would happen next.

So, not reluctantly, she nodded, “Yes, you can go out now.”

Dean then turned and walked out.

After he left, Queeny came up again and took a good look at Ella.

From top to bottom, from front to back, she was satisfied.

She nodded. “Yes, it looks good on you.”

Then, with a wave of her hand, she told the clerk, “We’ll take it. Check, please.”

Ella saw this and quickly reached out her hand to stop her.

“Miss Horton.”

Queeny paused and looked at her. “What?”

“I…”

She looked at her and tried to say something, but she didn’t say a word. There seemed to be a great

deal of mixed emotion in her clear eyes now.

Queeny looked at her with a slight frown.

She realized that Ella really had something in her mind today, not her own delusion. So she turned to

her and asked softly, “What happened?”

Ella bit her lip, and there was a struggle in her eyes. After a long pause, she shook her head.

She forced a smile and said, “I just feel I can’t take such an expensive dress from you. After all, I’m just

a ser...”

“Stop it!”

Before she could finish her sentence, Queeny interrupted her.

Queeny looked at her, sighed, and said, “What’s wrong with your identity? Should servants be born

inferior, and servants unworthy of good clothes? Ella, no one is born cheap. Everyone’s life should be

decided by herself. Even though you are only a servant now, you may not be a servant in the future. At

the very least, so what if you’re a servant all the time?”

“All the people in this world who make their own living should not be looked down upon. I gave you that

dress because I like you, because I appreciate the care you've taken of me, and it doesn’t mean

anything else.”

“And you don’t have to feel guilty about it, you just have to be who you are, okay?”

Ella looked at her quietly. Queeny felt that those bright eyes were filled with sadness for some reason.

She pursed her lips and nodded heavily.

“I got it.”

Queeny pressed down her anxiety, touched her head, and whispered, “Don’t think about it, it would be

my fault if, because of my good intentions, I made you uncomfortable.”

She thought Ella was touched by her pride because she gave her such an expensive gift, so she

comforted her and didn’t think of anything else.

Ella nodded.

Queeny then asked the clerk to check again, and in the meantime, to wrap up her clothes.

Ella was wearing the new dress when they went out. “Clothes make the man.” They were right.

Queeny was very close to Ella when they were walking together, but people could still see the

difference between them at a glance.

But Ella had changed her clothes by this time, so when they walked together again, people would

believe them even if they said they were sisters.

After that, Queeny took Ella to several stores.

Finally, she bought herself a pair of shoes. When she passed a men’s clothing store, she suddenly saw

a piece of men’s clothing hanging in the window and felt a little tempted.

It was a grey suit, and Felix didn’t wear suits very often, or perhaps because he didn’t spend much time

with her.

But somehow Queeny sensed that the suit would look good on him.

So, without thinking, she went inside.

The clerk who served her was a young man who looked as bright and handsome as if he had just

graduated from college.

He approached her politely and asked her what she wanted.

Queeny pointed to the men’s suit and asked him to bring it down for her to see.

He did as he was told, and the grey suit fell into her hands. Queeny examined the fabric. It was the kind

Felix would normally like.

A smile crept across her face as she thought of the man in the suit.

She was looking at it, and all of a sudden, a familiar figure appeared ahead.

It was a middle-aged man who had probably just finished trying on his clothes and was about to go to

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And next to him, there was a woman.

The woman wore a couple-colored dress, with fine eyebrows and a tall figure. She took his arm and

they looked very affectionate.

Queeny paused.

The smile on her lips disappeared in an instant.

He seemed to see her, too. He raised his eyebrows unexpectedly and came over.

“Miss Horton, long time no see. I didn’t expect to see you here.”

Stephan Zaccardi politely stepped forward and hugged her.

Queeny also reached out, gave him a little hug, and took it back.

She smiled. “Yes. Mr. Zaccardi, are you out shopping?”

Stephan Zaccardi looked around at the woman next to him with a doting smile. “Well, I didn’t want to

come out, but Bella said she was bored at home, so I went out with her.”

Queeny’s eyes rested on Bella Collins beside him.

It was only been a short time, but Bella Collins looked very different from what she remembered.

The Bella Collins she remembered was proud, headstrong, bold, fierce, a person who showed her

emotions.

But what about this woman in front of her?

She was dressed up and her makeup was elaborate. She had the faint air of a mature woman. She

was already a decent lady who kept everything to herself.

“In that case,” she said with a smile, “I’ll leave you alone.”

With these words she handed the dress to the clerk for the bill.

She didn’t know Stephan Zaccardi very well, and her relationship with Bella Collins was quite awkward,

so there wasn’t much to talk about.

Stephan Zaccardi saw this and naturally did not hold her back.

He turned and spoke to Bella Collins, and they walked away.

Bella Collins turned and gave her a cold stare before she left.

Queeny felt it, but didn’t respond.

Either way, she and Bella Collins were more enemies than friends. All her choices were voluntary and

she was in no position to say anything.

After the four separated, Queeny paid the bill, grabbed the clothes and headed out.

Halfway there, she noticed something wrong with Ella's face.

Frowning, she asked, “What’s wrong with you? Why do you look so pale?”

Ella turned to look at her and forced a smile. “I’m fine.”

Instead of being relieved, Queeny frowned.