I Want a Divorce by Nadia Gordon

Chapter 140 Arguing for the Sake of Arguing

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.”

want to do a job well,

her hand. “You talk as if I wouldn’t do it without your support. Even if I can’t do it well,

can’t get a good word out

married, she should stay

“You’re right.

obey Cornelie, he probably followed

store.

if she really wanted to argue, she could probably make the Earth

arguing with the fabric supplier, she came out

of cold drinking water.

thirsty after all that arguing, right?” He handed her the drinking water. In reality,

well, thinking that she must be parched after

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

to pick a

out on me when someone else pisses you off, does it?” he replied, holding out the

deep breath, she took the cold water and drank a few sips of it, feeling that the

had subsided

right fabric?” Sean asked her. This was his first

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

him, “He’s trying to pass off subpar materials as high-quality ones. I

ridiculous!”

we

other option, I suppose,” she

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

we need.”

time,”