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After completing these tasks, she emerged.

"Wow, Charles has a great taste!" Just stepping out, Amelia fixed her gaze on Naomi and spoke up.

Naomi paused for a moment, then lowered her head to look at the clothes on her body.Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

She usually wore more dresses and pants, and what the senior bought for her was also clothes and pants, but different from before.

The outfit was a loose-knit, small V-neck button-up top in a light beige color. Inside, there was a fitted camisole in the same color scheme, completely invisible when worn inside.

The pants were elastic and fitted jeans, a very light blue color that matched well with her top. The length of the pants reached just above the ankles, perfectly showcasing Naomie's flat shoes in a creamy white color, revealing her fair ankles, slender and delicate.

This outfit was undeniably attractive-subtle, elegant, gentle, and serene, perfectly matching Naomi's temperament. Similarly, the fitted jeans showcased her good figure, with long, straight, and slender legs that looked exceptionally appealing.

Naomi rarely wore tight-fitting pants, always feeling a bit inconvenient, but the jeans Charles bought were comfortable to wear.

Amelia sat on the bed, observing Naomi, especially her clothes, her eyes sparkling. "You've chosen a great outfit. The knit fabric looks gentle, truly embodying Naomi's style. These pants also match perfectly, loose on top and snug on the bottom. It's truly ingenious! Charles has quite an exceptional taste."

As Amelia spoke, she gave Naomi a thumbs up, full of admiration.

For Naomi, as long as the clothes were comfortable, clean, simple, and elegant, it was good enough. The styles of the clothes in her wardrobe were all minimalist.

The outfit Charles bought for her was comfortable, and she did not pay much attention to the style. It was normal, but when she first saw the suspenders, she paused for a moment. However, once she put it on, it did not reveal her arms, belly button, chest, or legs. Everything was just right, so she did not scrutinize it further.

Now, with Amelia's compliment,

Naomi looked at herself again. She

realized Charles indeed paid

attention to details. He knew what

kind of clothes suited her, and the

ones he bought were almost perfect.

A smile appeared on Naomi's face as she walked over, saying, "Let's have breakfast, or it'll get cold later."

The caregiver already placed the breakfast on a small table, arranging it for Amelia.

"Wait, wait a moment!"

Suddenly, Amelia said, her expression changing abruptly. Naomi stopped in her tracks, a sense of unease creeping into her heart. Holding the fork, Amelia said, "Don't move, just stand there, don't move!"

She repeatedly urged Naomi not to move, then immediately reached for her phone on the bed, swiftly snapping pictures of Naomi.

Naomi was speechless.

Even with her thoughts, Naomi could not fathom why Amelia wanted to take her photos. Standing there, she went from being stunned to helpless and then to a headache. She walked over placed the bag in the cabinet, and said, "It seems like you won't be discharged today, but you should be able to leave tomorrow."

The vitality in Amelia's demeanor hardly resembled that of a patient.

Amelia seemed addicted to taking pictures. Even as Naomi

approached, she continued taking photos. Even when Naomi put the bag down, stood up straight, and looked at her with a helpless expression, all of it was captured by

her.

Watching Amelia, immersed and unable to stop taking photos, Naomi shook her head in resignation, opened another thermos, and took out the breakfast inside.

Originally, when Amelia saw Naomi's helplessness, she thought of stopping, but upon seeing Naomi take out the breakfast from the thermos, she started taking photos again, even recording a video.