Abigail’s Second Life

Chapter 140 Arguing for the Sake of Arguing Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ ꜰindNʘvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

She stood up to leave.

"You know how to pick an outfit, right? Why don't you help me pick an outfit?" he said behind her.

She turned around, walked up to his suitcase, rummaged through his clothes, and put together a set of clothes in shades of ash gray. "If you want to tag along with me, wear light colors. Dark clothes.

absorb heat from the sun and will

get very hot."

"Okay." His eyes flickered with a hint of a smile.

After he finished getting ready, Abigail joined him for a meal. It was then that Luna sent her a screenshot. Joan had clarified in a comment that she was Sean's cousin, and the comment was

reposted by numerous marketing accounts.

Abigail paid no mind to it, though.

Meanwhile, the sun had already risen at 7.30AM.

Abigail was shopping for fabrics at the fabric market, with Sean following behind her. "This isn't real wool. Real wool shouldn't feel scratchy, and it should be cool to the touch at first before it feels warm," she said before deciding to check out another store.

As they went outside, Sean suddenly remarked, "You've learned a lot in a few months working as an assistant. You're even more professional than some who've been doing this for years." Abigail's heart skipped a beat. She quickly defended herself, saying, "Maybe I'm just naturally talented and hardworking. After all, one has limitless potential if they're determined to learn something."

he responded. "Abigail, if you want to do a job

notebook in her hand. "You talk as if I wouldn't do it without

Sean. "You really can't get a good word out of your mouth, can

say something wrong? Do you think that once a woman is married, she should stay at home.

immediately. "You're right. I was

But then, she recalled that he was brought up by Cornelie. His mindset was likely heavily influenced by her. Except for the issue. of having children, where he refused to obey Cornelie, he

store.

really wanted to argue, she could probably make the

fabric supplier, she came out and saw

of cold drinking water.

must be thirsty after all that arguing, right?"

must be

earlier argument. Feeling that his words sounded sarcastic, she became even more furious.

sense to take it out on me when someone else pisses you off, does it?" he replied, holding out the bottle

breath, she took the cold water and drank a

thirst had subsided a

a hard time getting the right fabric?" Sean asked her. This was his first time in such at crowded place with

many people loved the haute couture pieces she created. In private, however, she was just like any other regular designer. She had to argue with people in the market and visit various ordinary places. On the contrary, all of his work was either done in his office or in upscale

before replying to him, "He's trying to pass off subpar materials as high-quality ones. I told them it wasn't like that

ridiculous!"

"Should we try another

option, I suppose," she replied with a

notebook, she said with a deep sigh, "There are so many fabrics left.