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

“You talk as if I wouldn’t do it without your support. Even if I can’t do it well, you have no right

can’t get a good word out of your mouth, can

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

“You’re right. I was

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 hot weather.

store.

really wanted to argue, she could probably make the Earth rotate several more times with

fabric supplier, she

of cold drinking water.

that arguing, right?” He handed her

well, thinking that she must be parched after

a bad mood from the earlier argument. Feeling that his words sounded sarcastic,

a fight

else pisses you off,

and drank

her thirst had

was his first time in such at crowded place with people dressed

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

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

ridiculous!”

we try another

I suppose,” she replied with

fabric market with weary steps. After glancing at her notebook,

we need.”

your time,” he