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.”

he responded. “Abigail, if you want to do a job well, you have

notebook in her hand. “You talk as if I wouldn’t do it without your

Sean. “You really can’t get a good word

something wrong? Do you think that once a woman is married, she should stay at home. and take care of her family?” Abigail countered,

backed down immediately. “You’re right. I

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 probably followed her in most other aspects. “Your apology sounds perfunctory to me. Never mind, I don’t want to argue with you in this

store.

Sean realize that if she really wanted to argue, she could probably make the Earth rotate several more times

fabric supplier, she came out

of cold drinking water.

arguing, right?” He handed her the drinking water.

she must be parched

sounded sarcastic, she became even

to pick a fight on

make sense to take it out on me when someone else pisses you off, does

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

thirst had subsided

asked her. This was his

as Alana; 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

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

ridiculous!”

we try another

I suppose,” she

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

we need.”

time,”