Cannot Bear To Let Go Of My Rich Wife
Chapter 114 - 126: A One-of-a-Kind Gift (11)

Chapter 114: Chapter 126: A One-of-a-Kind Gift (11)

Percy Stanton watched as Isabel Smith entered the fitting room before finally letting the carefree posture he was maintaining relax, his hand casually draped over his shoulder. His washed hair was just naturally blown without any styling, giving off an air of carelessness. He appeared relaxed and yet noble.

When Isabel Smith walked out of the dressing room, the saleswoman waiting outside was instantly struck dumb by surprise. The next second, she couldn’t help but exclaim earnestly, "Miss, this dress really suits you!"

The saleswoman’s voice was a bit excited, which drew the attention of many people in the quiet store towards Isabel Smith.

Percy Stanton, who was originally sitting on the sofa, also put down the magazine in his hand, turned his head, and looked at Isabel Smith.

The sapphire blue dress fit Isabel Smith perfectly – it was neither too big nor too small, it wasn’t too loose or too tight, and the length was just right. She elegantly sat back down in front of the sofa; picking up the magazine she was previously reading, she continued perusing it.

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Chanel’s fitting room, was located up a spiral staircase.

After changing her clothes, Isabel Smith elegantly and graciously walked out of the fitting room. Every step she took was well measured and exquisite.

The sapphire blue long dress cascaded down to her feet. The hem was grand and flowing, creating a beautiful sight with each step she took.

While Isabel Smith was trying on the clothes, she accidentally dropped the hairpin that was holding up her hair, so her long hair tumbled down.

Her skin was originally fair, and coupled with such a prestigious blue dress, she appeared as noble and elegant as a goddess from a Western myth.

Everyone’s gaze was attracted by Isabel, and each person’s eyes betrayed signs of admiration.

Even Evelyn Osbert and Elijah Smith, who were not far away, had their attention drawn by the sight.

After all, like every man, they appreciated beauty. So, when Elijah Smith saw Isabel Smith descend the stairs gracefully, he instinctively removed his glasses, a clear look of shock apparent in his eyes as he gazed at Isabel.

Isabel Smith descended the spiral staircase, one step at a time, and finally stood in front of the floor mirror, appreciating her reflection carefully.

The dress made her look sexily indolent, while maintaining an air of purity.

Isabel Smith was satisfied. Being a woman and shopping naturally elevated her mood. When she stumbled across something she incredibly adored, her mood naturally became even better. She smiled warmly at the saleswoman beside her and said, "I will take this one."

"Of course, Miss," the saleswoman reciprocated her smile and was about to continue speaking when Evelyn Osbert walked over in her high heels. She took a thorough look at Isabel Smith and remarked, "Sister Isabel, this dress looks great on you. It makes you look taller, and your skin appears fairer."

Isabel Smith gave a small smile and turned her gaze back to her reflection in the mirror, without responding.

"Where was this dress displayed? How come I didn’t see it?" Evelyn Osbert, not at all perturbed by Isabel’s disregard, looked around the Chanel store and spotted a mannequin wearing the same dress in a standalone display window in the middle of the store. "So, it is displayed in such a conspicuous place. I was initially here to choose a bag, so my attention wasn’t on the clothes. How much does this dress cost?"

"Three hundred-seventy thousand dollars," responded the saleswoman respectfully before continuing, "This is the new autumn design which was released this year. It is a limited edition worldwide with only fifty sets, and Bellshire only has seven. The stock arrived just this morning."

"So, there is still stock left?" Evelyn Osbert asked, eyeing Isabel’s dress again appreciatively, truthfully finding it stunning. At the sight of the dress, she couldn’t help but imagine herself in it.