HONEY, Love Me One More Time novel Chapter 142

Rebecca frowned again and said in confusion, “Estelle, I don’t understand what you mean.”
“Only those who have ever been hurt in a relationship can understand me. It’s good that you don’t understand it,” Estelle said softly. 
Rebecca couldn’t fully understand her words, but she still nodded. “Let’s not talk about it. Estelle, you look most beautiful when you wear a floral dress. Chanel recently launched a floral dress, and I think it fits you well.”
“Chanel?” Estelle’s heart skipped a beat. 
“Yes, what’s wrong? Don’t you like this brand?”
“Nothing. Any brand is okay for me. I’m not picky,” Estelle said.
She hadn’t worn clothes of this brand for a long time. And she still remembered that Cristofer liked buying Chanel clothes for her, especially floral dresses.
“Believe me. I have good taste in choosing clothes. You are a graceful beauty, and Chanel clothes really suit your temperament well.”
“Really?” Estelle said as the smile on her face faded when she thought of Cristofer. 
“Yes!” Rebecca answered. “Here we are!”
Then she quickly parked the car at the parking space not far away and took Estelle into the Chanel store.
As soon as they entered the store, she pointed at a dress on the mannequin and said, “Estelle, look! This is the dress that I mentioned just now!”
Estelle looked in the direction that Rebecca pointed and saw the mannequin in a floral and long sundress with straps tied at the back of the neck. 
The dress was cream-coloured with many floral prints of light purple lavender petals on it, giving people a refreshing feeling. 
“Estelle, what size do you wear?” Rebecca asked.
“Medium.”
Rebecca then took off a medium-sized one from the rack, gave it to her, and then pushed her into the fitting room without hesitation. “This one is of medium size. Try it on!”
With a helpless smile, Estelle sighed and began to change her clothes.
It was the second time she had worn a dress in the past six years. She last wore a dress when she returned to the Hudson’s House. 
The dress that Mr. Mysterious had chosen for her before was noble and elegant, and this floral one looked elegant. 
The floral dress was indeed very beautiful. However, it was ankle-length and could set off Estelle’s slender waist. 
After putting it on, Estelle looked at herself in the mirror and thought Rebecca was right. This floral dress does suit me well.
But the next moment, she blushed.
“Estelle? Have you changed into it?” Rebecca couldn’t wait to see her and knocked on the door.
With a slight flush on her cheeks, Estelle slightly opened the fitting room door and said embarrassedly, “Rebecca...”
“What’s wrong?”
“Could you get me a bigger size?”
“This one doesn’t fit you?”
“No. It’s a little small for me.”
“How could it be? You’re so thin. Could it be that the size of this dress is smaller than average?”
“I don’t know. Rebecca, could you get me a large size? Thank you.”
“Okay. Wait a moment.”
Soon, Rebecca returned with a large-sized one and knocked at the door. “Estelle, open the door. I’ve brought the dress here.”
“Okay.”
As soon as the door was opened, Rebecca was amazed when she saw Estelle.
“Oh, my God! Estelle, I know you are beautiful in a floral dress. But I didn’t expect that you would be so beautiful in this one! I must say that I really have good taste! Floral dresses suit you perfectly!”
Hearing her words, Estelle blushed again. Then she looked at the dress in Rebecca’s hand and asked, “Is this one of large size?”
“Yes,” Rebecca said and immediately handed the dress to her. Then, out of the corner of her eye, she saw Estelle’s chest, and then her eyes brightened. “Estelle, you are so thin, but your bust is so... big.”
Estelle was a little embarrassed.
Her breasts had always been plump. Back then, when she was in high school, some of the boys in her class often peeked at her breasts, and Cristofer would get angry and teach them a lesson.
She had become thinner in the past six years, and her bust was smaller than before.
But when she rested in the hospital these days, she was taken good care of and gained some weight. So now, although she was still very slender, her bust became bigger.
Thinking of this, Estelle was speechless.
The medium-sized dress that she tried on just now should have fitted her. But when she put it on, she found that the dress could hardly cover her breasts.
Rebecca, who wasn’t embarrassed, kept staring at her chest and said, “Estelle, your figure is so enviable. If I were a man, I would chase after you.”
“You are flattering me again,” Estelle said shyly and helplessly. 
“I’m not. Look at my bust!” Rebecca pointed at herself and said. “It’s so small. I envy you so much, Estelle. You are not only good-looking but also have a perfect figure. No wonder the boys in the school regarded you as their goddess. If you hadn’t been together with Cristofer, they would have chased after you crazily!”
At the mention of Cristofer, the smile on Estelle’s face froze.
Just at this time, the door of the fitting room next door was opened, and someone went into it. Then she heard a woman talking with a man in it, and she was stunned.
‘They went into the fitting room together? What do they want to do?’
“Do I look good in this one?” The woman in the fitting room next door asked.
“Yes,” The man with her said.
“You didn’t even look at me!”
“I did.”
“You’re lying. You are absent-minded. I did say that I’ll tell you everything you want to know as long as you go shopping with me. But I won’t tell you anything if you still treat me with such an attitude.”
The man’s patience seemed to have run out, and he said, “Stop playing games with me. You know I’m not in the mood to do anything with you.”
Hearing this, the woman sneered and said, “I’m just doing the same thing that Estelle did before. She threatened you with your divorce and asked you to watch the stars with her while I begged you to go shopping with me before we broke up. Why are you in the mood to watch the stars with Estelle but not in the mood to go shopping with me?”
“She’s different from you.”
“What’s the difference? Cristofer, I’m the only one who knows the cause of your parent’s death. Their cars have been scrapped, and you can’t find them anymore. If I didn’t tell you the truth about the car accident, you would never be able to know the real cause of your parent’s death.”