Abigail’s Second Life

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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."

responded. "Abigail, if you want to do a job well, you have my

do it without your support. Even

get a good word out of your

woman is married, she should

backed down immediately. "You're right. I was

being dismissive, and her anger intensified. 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,

store.

she

Abigail finished arguing with the fabric supplier, she came out and saw

of cold drinking water.

that arguing, right?" He handed her the

that she must be parched after talking so

a bad mood from the earlier argument. Feeling that his words sounded sarcastic, she became even more

someone else pisses you off, does it?" he replied, holding out

water and drank

her thirst had subsided a

This was his

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

finished half the bottle of water before replying to him, "He's trying to pass off subpar materials as high-quality ones. I told them

ridiculous!"

"Should we

I suppose," she replied with a

walked out of the fabric market with weary steps. After glancing at her notebook, she