Droste held the two pieces of clothing in his left and right hands, and fell into deep thought for a moment.

"Phoenix, which one do you think looks better?"

Phoenix shook her brows slightly, and after carefully examining the two pieces of clothing, she thought for a moment and said that she couldn't tell which one was more suitable.

"That floral dress looks a little more gentle, but Miss Isabel is very gentle by nature."

"A black dress looks more charming and more dignified, but Miss Isabel's temperament is relatively gentle. Isn't it a little inappropriate?"

Phoenix shook her head, looking a little distressed. She looked left and right, but still couldn't figure out which dress would suit Mrs. Isabel better.

"Both seem to be suitable. I don't know which one is more suitable. Why not ask Mrs. Isabel?"

"Yes, ask the person involved."

Droste handed the clothes to Mrs. Isabel, who waved her hands and refused several times, but ultimately couldn't choose what she liked.

"Hmm... this long black dress looks like a dress. I've never worn it before. I've never worn a dress with daisy flowers either. I can't think of a more suitable dress."

As expected, Mrs. Isabel was also very confused about her choice, and she kicked the football to Droste's head again.

"Just let the shop owner help me choose, and I will follow his arrangements."

After saying this, Mrs. Isabel looked at Droste hopefully.

"You definitely don't have to choose. I'll take both of them. It depends on which one you want to wear first. But if you can't think of one, forget it. I'll do it."

Seeing how conflicted they were, Droste gave a polite smile and waved to the clerk, signaling her to pack the things.

Then Droste held the black dress-like long skirt and slowly extended his hand towards Mrs. Isabel.

"So who did the little rooster point to? Just this one..."

"Come on, Isabel, try this one first, and then go to the dressing room to try on some clothes."

"Um……"

Phoenix continued shopping for clothes while Mrs. Isabel and Droste went to the dressing room.

Droste held the black dress and handed it to Mrs. Isabel at the door.

Looking at Droste's handsome face and warm smile, Mrs. Isabel felt that the black dress in her hand seemed to have become heavier, not only physically, but also more emotionally important.

It was unknown when she would be able to repay the shop owner's kindness. Apart from her own rent, Mrs. Isabel did not even give Drost anything else. Instead, she always accepted his tenderness, his kindness, and his gifts.

After all the hardships I've experienced along the way, do I really deserve such gentle treatment from the shop owner?
There is nothing about me that deserves to be treated like this!
Mrs. Isabel was thinking about it, and a warm current seemed to flow through her heart. She lowered her head and looked at the black dress in her hand.

This black long skirt is designed very elegantly, with smooth and simple lines. It is not only a backless long skirt, but also has a deep V neckline. Two thin straps are a softer and more shiny jewelry decoration, tied around the shoulders.

The fabric of the collared skirt is very smooth and soft. As the light changes, you can even feel the reflective and shining little diamonds on the fabric of the skirt.

The whole skirt looks like it was made at a high price and doesn't look like a very low-quality product.

This was another gift from Drost, and there was another floral dress. Isabel's heart was filled with gratitude, and she looked at Drost with gentle eyes. Every attentive move of Drost, every warm smile, his gift, his considerate gentleman's behavior, were like the warm sunshine in spring, warming Mrs. Isabel's heart.

In this relationship, Mrs. Isabel felt cherished and cared for, which was an emotion she had never felt before.

"What's wrong? Isabel, don't you like this dress? Why don't you go in and change it so that I can open my eyes."

Drost looked at Mrs. Isabel's hesitation, smiled very warmly, and asked.

"Well...this..."

Mrs. Isabel hesitated. The idea that just flashed through her mind made her a little hesitant. This idea was really too bold.

But when she saw Droste's smile, she regained her confidence.

"follow me……"

Mrs. Isabel gritted her teeth, reached out and grabbed Droste's sleeve, gently covered his mouth with her other hand, and pulled him towards the fitting room.

"Wha… mmmm…what…"

Before Droste could react to what Mrs. Isabel was about to do, he and Mrs. Isabel were already alone in this small fitting room.

"Click..."

The door of the fitting room was locked, but there was a gap under the door panel. If someone squatted down and looked inside, it would be easy to see two pairs of legs inside.

"Isabelle...what's wrong..."

Even though there were not many people outside, in order to avoid being discovered, Droste lowered his voice and asked. He stared at Mrs. Isabel's moist peach blossom eyes and felt a little moved for a moment.

What is this going to do...

Droste had a vague feeling of what might happen next, but he really didn't expect Mrs. Isabel to do this. There was a kind of beauty in the unexpected surprise.

"Nothing... nothing... let's change clothes..."

Mrs. Isabel had her back to Droste, her posture revealing a barely perceptible nervousness, and her face was faintly blushed, like the sunset on the horizon.

Then, the blush started from her cheeks, extended to her ears, and even a barely noticeable pink appeared on her earlobes.

Her long eyelashes drooped slightly and trembled gently, but unfortunately Droster didn't see it. The light from above her head shone directly on Mrs. Isabel's body, reflecting her fair skin.

"Change...clothes..."

When Droste heard Mrs. Isabel's extremely tempting words, he was stunned for a moment, but quickly came to his senses.

Mrs. Isabel seems to be planning something exciting... changing clothes in front of me... ?
Droste swallowed hard. Mrs. Isabel in front of him had her hands on her waist and was slowly lifting up her clothes.

A hint of fair skin was revealed from her movements, and along with Mrs. Isabel's somewhat shy movements, there was an infinite spring scene. (End of this chapter)